I'm the high school Band teacher from the Chicago area that sent in my story from a couple months ago about having an unexpected sexual romp with a couple of my African-American students at my house after school one afternoon. I wrote about how I was 35, curvy, and single, and how that afternoon awakened a sexual hunger in me. On that particular day in Marc...
I read in a women's magazine somewhere that life begins at forty. Well, for me, I've decided to let that saying be true. My name is Maimuna Sultan-Alzahrani and I'm a Hijab-wearing, pious yet modern Saudi Arabian Muslim woman living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I moved here three years ago from my hometown of Dammam, in the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia. I neve...
Copyright © 2013 Naoko Smith Many thanks to Bramblethorn, who has survived the gay werewolves in an alleyway chapter and agreed to continue editing. Please leave comments and feedback for me so I know what works and what doesn't as I write up the rest of this story. This series has two kinds of chapters: story chapters, called '(story)' in the blurb and...
Matt was perfect: the cliché tall, dark, and handsome type, with a winning smile and a great sense of humor. It didn't hurt that his cock was huge. It wasn't long before Ruth let the words "I love you" slip out of her mouth, but to her delight, Matt said he felt the same way. Their romance flourished, and by the time they graduated college, they were plannin...
I am standing in our kitchen preparing your favorite soup as I watch the snowflakes fall outside the window. It blankets the ground in a thick layer, as if it is trying to protect it from the ice storm to come. Protection, that brings about memories of him. I wasn't always a breeder; I used to be a CPA in one of the top 5 firms in the country. However, this...
I woke up to a slow burn baking the insides of my lower belly. Grayson's chest pushed against my bare back. His arm left a searing trail where it laid against my side leading to his hand, which was cupping my breast. The more I woke up, the hotter the blaze inside me burned until I felt my pupils dilate and my wolf brushed against the inside of my mind, burs...
Irene and Oscar Pt. 4 Oscar just stared at the text message. His heart was hammering, his brain was racing, and his little cock was hardening. He couldn't believe that she was actually going to do it, and there was nothing he could do to stop it happening now, even if he wanted to, and that was why his mind was racing, because he had no idea whether he wou...
"Welcome to your dirty thirties," I read the title of the online article out loud to no one in particular. After all, there I was sat in my London flat all on my own. I picked up my phone and listened to the solitary voice message I had received. "Hello," the Scottish female accent said, "Happy Birthday, you old woman. Sorry we can't be there, Jon's up to h...
Copyright © 2019 - This is an original work by Zeb Carter and is protected under copyright by U.S. copyright law. It is only submitted at Literotica.Com and any submission to any other site has not been authorized by the Author. Author's Note: A short flash story about four people trapped at work in a snowstorm. A Bad Day at Work Trudging from her car to...
When I returned to our bedroom that fateful night, Alyssa was in the shower. I tried talking to her a couple times, but I could tell she wanted personal space to process what had happened. I kissed her goodnight once we climbed in bed and told her how much I loved her. The next morning, Alyssa gently shook me before the kids awoke and we had a heart-to-hear...