Turning off the alarm, Ann couldn't help but groan, because today was yet another day filled with hours of training for work. Going to her closet She picks out her clothes for the day, white button up... almost hinting at the black lace bra underneath, no panties, black flowing skirt that flirted around her thighs, just below the thigh high silk stockings....
* Author's note: This is my first story submitted to the public and my own work. It contains cannabis use. If that offends you, I won't mind if you don't read my story. Enjoy! * ---- Fantasy by Headonyste Rundle Street. A lamp envelops the room in a warm autumn glow in a loft apartment overlooking the north side. The room shielding me from the rain out...
Author's Introduction This is my fourth submission to Literotica. I'm pleased with how I've been received, and the number of views. I'd like to see more comments and emails. Negative and positive comments are welcome. With four published books and a host of short stories, I don't take negative comments personally. People are going to receive my work differe...
Tina, my wife of twenty-two years had done some good for our fellow man. We had been promised a demonstration of the "real" African dances, the ones they NEVER show the tourists. Tina and I had had a wonderful day. We had installed three deep water pumps, bringing three villages their first fresh, clean water. We were both gleaming with white pride and magna...
The room is dark around us, except for the few candles I'd lit before joining you in our big bed. A storm is in the distance, the low rumbles of occasional thunder signaling its approach. For now, only a light rain falls outside but the wind is gusty - rushing around the corners of the house with an eerie howl. Our rituals are unspoken and undefined, yet we'...
It was approximately 9pm on a chilly late autumn evening when I was driving down the avenue. I had been having a stressful week at work and decided that I needed a little pick me up. My eyes started scanning the boulevard for open massage parlors. Eventually I spotted a parlor that appeared to be open in a relatively quiet area on this particular avenue. I d...
It is a cool, dark night. The frogs are chirping. The air smells of the distant ocean and pine. She is walking home from work through the woods on a familiar path she has taken a hundred times. An owl hoots in the distance. Coyotes yip too far away to even bother worrying. She is completely at ease, letting the noises and smells lull her in a deep dreamy sta...
She shuddered visibly, but not from cold. Sitting at the small desk in the hotel room, I looked up from my laptop, smiling as I heard my newlywed wife's stagger-like exhalation. Her eyes closed, her lips parted, her hair disheveled, her sex producing an intoxicating aroma which filled the small room, she lay on her stomach, clutching the bedspread, gasping...
Living in the Sonoran desert had some advantages on warm summer nights. Where else can you walk around in the nude and feel the radiant of the heat that remains on the desert floor after hours of the sun's rays beating down upon it's surface? Wearing a light weight medium length sun dress, leather slip on sandals, and carrying only a towel, I took off on my...
I sip on wine as I finish my makeup to help ease the nervous knot in my stomach. I am simultaneously beyond excited and yet apprehensive to see you again. I always wonder if this time could possibly be better than the last. Hearing the knock on the door to the hotel room, I scurry across the room and open the door for you. As you walk in, I drink in the view...