Poor Theresa, just divorced, cute and sweet. I had to take pity on her, but not in a pitiful way. I suppose I guessed that her slightly meek nature was by choice rather than nature, as if she chose to be that way because she could make something of it. She was quite short, but she had this amazing smile that made her look ten feet tall – maybe other people d...
2 - The Rich Woman Sabrina stood before the grand wooden doors of the mansion. She pushed a light-golden lock of hair behind her ear and, rather self consciously, began to straighten out her skirt. It was the same translucent little pink skirt Paul had worn while they stayed at his parents' house. Her expression softened - he certainly had looked cute in...
I had never been so excited while driving to her place. There was something in her voice on the phone—an intoxicating mix of lust and playfulness that made her intentions crystal clear. Nothing turned me on as much as her desire for me, and she had made it plain that desire was foremost in her mind. "I want you to have me," she had said simply. "Be her...
Aryn woke me early in his usual way then did the same to Wren. By 8 o'clock the yacht was making its way along the coast with Wren and I on the sunbathing deck enjoying the morning sun and waving to any other boats that we saw. It was late morning when we turned into the bay and Aryn dropped the anchor. Neither Wren nor I had anything to do to get ready as...
The Coxville Curse Saga: Part 2: Chapter 16. The Pool Party ********** October 16, 2009: Friday, the Day of the Pool Party ********** THE POOL PARTY ********** Jenny arrived home, a thrill shooting up her spine as she saw the elongated package beside the door. She retrieved it and headed up the stairs eager to try out her new toy. Harold was away...
** This story could belong in Loving Wives, Mature, Group or Novels. It includes incest, vanilla sex, polyamory and monogamy. This is not a traditional story about a cheating spouse. It is a re-make of "She Wanted to Cheat" submitted in Feb. 2011. * * * * * * On the tenth of April I got an email from a friend who lives in San Francisco. I read it at work....
One day the story was this. She was a prostitute, and he had given her $200. She was anxious to show him a good time, so that he would come back and recommend her to his friends. He was a tired businessman. His day had not gone well. His stock portfolio was down. He sat in the easy chair with a drink on the table beside him. He had taken off his suit jacket...
Dear readers, Do you every find yourself thinking, "I wonder what the people who used to post at Literotica are up to? Do they still write? Why don't they post stories?" As it turns out, many of them do still write, they just don't post very often. Some time back, a group of writers got the idea that we would put together a day for as many of those writer...
Collier McKay was the new principal at Truman High School. He was fresh out of college, with a master's in secondary education. He was young, handsome, with dark brown hair and blue eyes, and an athletic build. It was his first day, and he was met by a girl wearing a short black skirt and spaghetti strap tank top that was red. She had long raven-black hair...
Part IV (Sunday) Rebecca Dunbar stretched and swung her legs out of bed. The activity jarred the butt plug that was a constant reminder of her new owner, for that was indeed what he was becoming; she had to admit to herself. She dressed and exercised, after pulling the penis gag out of the closet. It went in easier this time and she didn't gag. After exerci...