There are no underage characters in this story. All characters are over the age of 18-years-old. * Writer shows how to entice readers to read her stories by using mother and son incest. With all the stories posted to Literotica and with all of the stories that I've posted to Literotica, it's still a mystery to me how to get you to read my story? Being tha...
NOTE - I am NOT a professional writer so I would appreciate a little kindness and understanding for grammatical errors one might find in my story. I tried to catch all of my spelling errors but I may have missed some. This story is a 100% true story and if you choose not to believe it, that's your business. This story is not meant to put anyone down or say...
Editor: WhiteWave48 Chapter 03 -- The temperature rises - the party swings Interrupting Jenny's forbidden thoughts, a deep familiar voice called her name. As Jenny turned her head, she spotted Rick elbowing his way through the motley crowd with French Royalty in tow. Introductions were quickly exchanged before Rick wandered off with a pretty young thing wh...
This story can be read in isolation, or better still, head to the first instalment. ***** Following the morning orgy, the remainder of the Saturday was somewhat normal. After satisfying all, or at least most of their base sexual urges, the group shifted focus to a differing primal instinct. Sport. Spread around the lounge the French visitors were being...
The mountain road was badly rutted, the snow in thick banks at the side. Jack peered through the screen, barely kept clear of snow by the windscreen wipers, blessing the fact that he was driving a four-wheel-drive vehicle. The Jeep wasn't new, but it was in good condition and well maintained. Maybe coming up to the cabin for the holiday wasn't such a good id...
Kat Valdez bit her lip as Peter Richards led her toward Donovan's. It was strange—a little wrong—that it felt so uncomfortable and awkward coming here. It's not as if she'd never been there before. In the nine months that they'd been dating, Peter had taken her to Donovan's, a fairly trendy downtown bar and grill, on several occasions. They'd grabbed drinks...
"You're drinking tea from a bag?" The perfectly coiffed middle-aged lady sitting in the airplane seat next to mine patted me on the knee. She had a lovely British accent; I think they called it a Geordie. "Well, don't worry your pretty little head, dear. Just another hour until our arrival, and you'll be served some REAL tea." Amused, I smiled and thanked h...
My name is Berlioz Florestal. I am a big and tall black guy of Haitian origin living in the north side of the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. Off Rutland Street. I'm nearly forty and still live with my mother and brothers. That's okay. Maybe I got the Peter Pan complex or maybe I just enjoy living with my family. Who knows? By day, I'm a corrections officer...
Author's notes: Warning: This story contains bisexual sex. There is both hetero sex, and bisexual sex between both women and men. If you're not into that, then kindly back out and find another story. Everyone in this story is over eighteen. I hope you enjoy it. Ratings and comments are always welcome, but please, only if you've read the story. ***** I ha...
Tuesday came and Peter found himself pacing his office. It was 3:30 in the afternoon and he was waiting for a client to get back to him about a new contract. He moved to the window, tapping his pen on the windowsill. He hated waiting. He was trying not to think of Maria moving around his home, doing all the domestic things that he loathed to do. He pictured...