Swagg Pimpin' Sex Parody On the patio outside my penthouse suite at the Beverly Hills Hotel. Lighting a blunt. Smoking, looking at the pool party downstairs. All nude and shit... swaggin'... hangin' 10 thick. Hands on the rail, smoke in the air. What's next Dick? What about those lame ass hoes that talk shit on Literotica? Who's gettin' swagg pimped next?...
I was walking home from Football training when I noticed the familiar car in the driveway of an unfamiliar bungalow. Surely that was Dave's mum's car there, I'd recognise it anywhere; she'd been bumped in the side just a few weeks earlier and hadn't got around to having it repaired yet, so there was a huge dent in the passenger door of her blue Porsche. Alth...
Sheila Fox was a fat, dark brown, jovial woman in her mid-thirties. She had a firm looking pair of big boobs, and nice, shapely plump lips which were always quick with a smile that would also light up her big, shiny black eyes that looked like water reflecting light -- as a result, her girlishly pretty face always seemed to bear a look of excitement or awe....
Readers are warned that this story contains some incest. ***** Despite the terms of the invitation to the housewarming (see part 1) by the time it happened Mr Trojan and Mr Wakely were living together in Millbrow Grange and Mrs Trojan and Mrs Wakely were in Lowgill House. Zena and Frances lay on their bed in the new house. Both wore thigh highs and lacy...
{This story deals with women's bodily functions—all three. If this offends you, please read no further. All characters are over 18.] *** Phyllis Fenton was in the midst of her usual turmoil at her office, with phones ringing and everyone seeking her assistance on what seemed to be every pending order in the office. She was the key person who kept things mo...
Mark stumbled slightly as they stepped out into the street. Three of his fraternity brothers followed behind him, talking loudly over the din of the bar they had just left. "What time is it?" Vaughn held his phone up to Mark's face. The bright LED screen showed 11:45. "They always do last call too early here. Let's go somewhere else." Vaughn spoke confident...
This is a story about four people; critics paid to criticize other people's work. For years they've given their honest opinions on books of every genre they ever reviewed. Some reviews have been nice, others have been brutal. On the subject of horror, each showed no mercy on the writers who worked their fingers to the bone to create a masterpiece. Most of th...
I'd taken off my stupid shoes and sat with my legs on the big leather chair, knees bent and pressed together. My dress came down to skirt levels at the thigh, so I knew my legs were showing, but I kinda thought it looked sexy. I'd been sipping on an iced, sugar-free, half-caf, toffee nut latte for the last twenty minutes and reading Death Note again. Light Y...
The 1947 film noir movie, "Lady in the Lake" used the concept of a (mostly) unseen first person protagonist to narrate the story. We've used a similar, though not quite identical, narrator for our tale below. Our narrator is not a nice person; and we've received complaints in the past for having very unlikable people in our stories. If this kind of thing bot...
After a bit, she moves first. Tina sits up straddling my stomach. Smiling she squeezes her legs and fills my bellybutton with the rest of our cum. She asks, "I hope you're not done with me?" I just stare at the mess she is still oozing onto my belly. "Well, I am going to have to make several trips, and you don't want me dripping all that on the carpet now do...