I came out of my office, frustrated as usual. Why was a women of talent and accomplishment subjected to such mindless drudgery as a 9to 5 job? I should be an accomplished author with hundreds of thousands of readers clamoring for my latest book. That was the Gypsy’s prediction. Millions would express their deep appreciation for my craft by making me a millio...
Alyssa was still an attractive woman at the age of 33. Even after two kids and 12 years of marriage, Alyssa had kept her youthful beauty. Standing 5'3" with long auburn hair and large piercing green eyes. Her pale skin was covered with a small spattering of freckles that she hated but her husband found irresistible. Years of exercise and diet had left her sl...
Paul left a big tip for their waiter. It was the best service he had received in years, and by the look in Linda's eyes, she wholly agreed. The meal was pleasant, as was the conversation that accompanied it. They left feeling all around relaxed and content with the night, but it wasn't over yet. She fell into her customary step behind him and to the right a...
"Hey, Case," was all my sister said as she hugged me, graciously ignoring the sweat and the travel-stains I was sporting. I was very aware that I was painting a generally unappealing image standing on her front step in crocs (crocs! With socks!) and with my hair wild and all my worldly possessions littered around my feet. Apart from a slightly sad smile an...
Many thanks to ReneeandKent for editing this story. * For the time being, I'm a "jailbird" and can't complain because my life in jail is surprisingly comfortable, very comfortable indeed. To be honest, this small semi-open "white collar jail" is different from all average jails and more comfortable than many hotels in my Scandinavian country. Great food, w...
Mary was as much of a whore, an exhibitionistic whore as Jim was a pervert, an incestuous pervert. Continued from Chapter 05: "Oh, my God, Grandma. That was amazing," he said wiping his mouth on a napkin his grandmother had beneath her empty wine class that she used as a coaster. "How did I do? Did you enjoy that? Did you have an orgasm? Did you cum?" She...
Both of the poems included in this story are the author's own work and can be accessed via her profile page [click on her name just under the title]. The second poem, "Something..." is on Literotica in audio format so you can hear the author reading it as it should be read. Why not play it while you read the story to get the full effect? -- My footsteps r...
On the Friday, I took Helen to lunch as Tim had asked. I got Davinia to arrange it, just so that she would know it was not me trying to two time her. It was interesting discussion, and I went to see Tim afterwards. He watched me stroll into his office and sit down, I looked a t him across his desk. "How was lunch?" he asked. "Interesting." "Interesting h...
I'm a woman. Yes, I'm also married. No, I am not going to tell you the only man I fuck is my husband. NO, I don't ask you to judge me. Just read, enjoy, and realise that in my stories I leave out the boring details like putting on condoms, washing up, etc, etc. If you like the story, please leave a comment. If you don't, that's ok too. However... Please, if...
"This is a true story of my T journey. If you want to start from the start, try "The Odyssey", "The Odyssey Ch2","Becoming a wife" "Being a Wife" , "Lucy Learns More" and "Wife Becomes Bitch". Each story is self-contained and is an erotic vignette in itself. But fellow t girls may want to see how it all began." * Her T journey was now taking her to places...