Anna slept for about an hour, exhausted from her explosive orgasm. I, on the other hand, was wide awake, thinking about my new found arrangement. It was a lot to take in; I still wasn't sure exactly how far Anna wanted to take this. I expected she would break by the end of the week and let me have some relief of my own. Anna showered quickly to freshen up,...
None of this is true, not one damn word. But I wish it were. I. After a couple of years of wandering the world looking for direction, I found myself planning on spending a long summer at my parents cabin in the mountains. I wanted some company, so I had invited a friend of mine, Eva, to join me for the summer. We had been close friends all through grade sc...
This story was inspired by a situation described in a story by David Sedaris. * "Do you want to feel my wife's tits?" the driver asked. I was seated in the back seat of a large, late model Cadillac, having just been picked up at an entrance ramp to I-80, just outside Lincoln, Nebraska. I was hitchhiking my way from upstate New York across the country to...
My wife (T) and I have written several stories on Literotica. We get a lot of responses to our stories with questions or comments. The questions usually center on, "how is it possible that your sex life is as good as you describe?" The few comments that don't mention how much they want to fuck her or eat her are usually something along the line of, "you're...
Note: This is an alternate version of XtinaSmith2017's story Behind Closed Doors, posted with the author's permission. ***** Jenna groaned into the silence filling her office as she put down her cup of coffee. Its increasingly lukewarm temperature was a reminder that another hour or so had passed since the muted sounds of activity in the office space behin...
Written by Silent Soul Ken SSK Summary: When Halle receives her hand on a strange perfume called Futafume it causes her a world of trouble and discovery. ***** Halle Berry stared at the perfume in her hand, it was labeled 'Futafume' and was a bright gold color, she had bought an hour earlier from a new vendor who had been pushing a new product. Futafum...
It was an unusually warm late winter, early spring day. Freeing. Liberating. Enough of those heavy winter coats and boots. Enough of the scarves and gloves. Enough of being cooped up and encumbered under layers of fleece. I was overcome with the need to go out. I went to my closet to remind myself what I had in the way of lightweight outfits. I am thinking...
This is a fictional account. Beth Carr found herself walking home on the last day of school her senior year. She was between boyfriends and did not own wheels of her own. The bus, as a graduating senior, would have been to degrading to ride. As she walked, she thought about her life. She was graduating from West Little Rock High School in two days but witho...
Prologue: 21st April 2013 My name is Jim Baines. Born in Nottingham, England, October, 1978. White. Male. Thirty-four years old. Eleven stone, six pounds as of last Saturday. Five-feet eleven. And honest, with it. Could have said six feet and, well, it's not like you'd have ever known, is it? But I've always had a thing about accuracy. A bit OCD maybe. Lik...
CONTENT WARNING: Like most of my stories this one is fairly long and plot-heavy (though to be fair, it's plenty smutty, too). It contains occasional racial epithets and some rough kink content that some may find uncomfortable, so reader caution is advised. Anything that might be construed as depiction of a real-life person, or subculture of persons, is ficti...