It was Friday night and my lover, Ruby, and I were lounging, sipping after-dinner drinks. Both of us had worked like dogs during the week, but this was our time and we were going to make the most of it. One way was to spend as much time as possible playing sexual "games". We'd each take a turn creating a scenario that would be interesting for both players to...
Just dinner, he had promised. For Stella, balancing between fear and temptation, it had been enough reassurance to accept the invitation. And there she was, sitting on this large black leather couch in an apartment that didn’t reveal a glimpse of the habitant’s character. There was almost no furniture and the large abstract painting on the wall – a whirlpool...
Author's note: Gumdrop's adventures continue and, to address some concern in the comments, they will come to an end, as the chapters have all been written. The reason why they are not all online is that I want to proofread them and, if some constructive criticism appears here, to incorporate its results in the future parts. Also, literotica technical times!...
Instead of using his phone, he calls his personal assistant via a message on WhatsApp. She reads it but doesn't reply so he texts again, this time in all caps, making his feelings clear. She hastily shuts down her computer, fixes her skirt and walks the short distance to his private office. The floor is almost cleared out by that time with only a team of int...
= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = It's so nice to be insaneNo one asks you to explainRadio by your side, Angie Baby Angie Baby, you're a special ladyLiving in a world of make-believeWell, maybe...Well, maybe... From the song "Angie Baby" written by Alan O'Day and sung by Helen Reddy in 1974 This series of stories is inspired fro...
For this particular episode in my life I've taken the masculine side. Many parts are true and please accepted my apologises for using excerpts from Fanny Hill to satisfy a fetish. Oh yes, whilst I'm not a participating fan of BDSM, some stories certainly heighten ones sexual desire.... enough said. Sarah and I met for dinner in an upscale restaurant jus...
Jim had made it through recess somehow. He had thought about going to the toilets to jerk off, something boys under eighteen did frequently as a result of seeing older boys or teachers doing their girls. Yet he wanted to save it, to wait until he was at the 'Torium. Even if it meant he would blow his load as soon as he tried a girl, he wanted to wait for it,...
The Party is Over (Or is it?) The last of the revelers finally staggered out the door, Tom shook his head. "And please don't piss on the lawn!" he shouted out jokingly. Romeo walked up to him. "Hell of a party bud!" he stated. Tom closed the door and looked at him. "No shit, did you see Mary practically strip in front of the whole group!" Tom laughed at...
It had been, frankly, a rather wretched Friday. It started badly when Mr Jameson, the chief librarian, trapped me (again) in Maritime History (M to R) and practically wrestled me to the floor. When I told him for the umpteenth time that my interests lay in a different direction, he rather breezily replied that he was 'up for soixante neuf if that's what you...
Introduction: Authors note: Hello dear reader, this is my first story in this website and english is not my first language, but i am up for the challenge. Hope you like my story, and comments are aways appreciated. I decided to write this story seeing how short-lived most of the stories happen to be in this website (no offence intended) , so i hope that my s...