We didn't talk about our fantasies again and a month later we were back at the same bar dancing and having a drinks. It, of course, brought back memories of that night and I couldn't wait to get home and screw my wife's brains out. I had learned my lesson and on this night I only had two drinks. It's not that I wouldn't love a repeat of the previous night bu...
Joe awoke the next morning surprised to see that he had slept until well past 9:00 A.M. He grinned thinking about how that little vixen had worn him out last night. Next to the bed was a small table with a covered dish and a note. Kerri had left him breakfast before leaving for work in the morning. She worked at one of those posh bookstores at the mall that...
Feeling the morning light cascading over her body through the tall arched window of her bedchamber, Arwen lazily awoke, twisting catlike to slide her arm over her husband. Her soft hand slid over to his side, and her eyes narrowed in ire as she felt only the tousled bedsheets, and no Aragorn. Sitting up, elven body covered only in a thin nightgown, she saw h...
Only rarely did Mistress and I venture into the world as a normal, vanilla couple. We were much happier playing in our usual environment, where we could be as wild as we wanted without anyone else around. Her dominance, and my submission, were a release from the everyday. But tonight, Mistress had needed an escort for an inner city work function, and I had b...
TSH opened her eyes, trying to adjust to the darkness around her. She attempted to wipe the sleepiness and congealed eye-glitter out of the corners, but realized something was preventing her from moving her arms at all. Twisting around to review her situation, she wiped out completely, then took a breath to assess the situation. Her back ached (in both a goo...
(Acknowledgement: The outline for 'A Terrific Birthday Gift' popped into mind while I was reading Chicklet's tutorial essay, 'How To Skinny-Dip' that was first posted in Literotica's 'How To' grouping on July 10, 2002. Any who enjoy this story have Chicklet to thank as much as me. I only wrote it...Her essay provided the inspiration. Naturally, those who dis...
The weather was too nice to be stuck on a motorway, but the weekend was over and despite the weather everyone has to go back to work. I'd been visiting my parents and that meant a 200-mile drive each way. But it was worth it as they live near the beach, which is where I spent most of my time "admiring" the view. I sat in my car flicked the air-con on and wa...
Chapter 9 – The New Gardener As I moved out of the water my feet sunk into the warm sand at the waters edge causing to me to think that this might just be an ocean instead of a lake. Perhaps this is just a small lagoon as I could see the sides of the inlet but could not see anything but water on the horizon. The sun on the morning horizon felt warm on my sk...
At last the father wished us goodnight and retired to his bedroom. We were alone - Helga and I in the large room – alone with her dog lying around. She rose to put on some music. I stood by the table looking at the sky. The moon was half-hidden and the night looked cloudy. She played some Chopin and joined me. Our hands touched and I grasped her fingers ligh...
There was something about the way he put his cufflinks on. I languished, hair on the pillow. Exhausted and smiling, if only every morning were like this. My skin was gleaming, it must be. I didn't mind him leaving. He wasn't the type for holding a woman through a night, and to be honest I wasn't the kind of girl to need it. Olive skin, mid night shirt, wh...