1) Thanks to my proof reader. 2) This is loosely based on a true story, pretty much how I would have liked things to have gone. 3) This story is for 18 plus. 4) Don't read if you are not in to WS or pantie sniffingng. This goes back to about 2000. I was working nights at the time. I would sometimes go to an adult shop near where I worked to buy porn....
I have never done anything like this before – seriously. I have been an avid fan of Literotica for two years, but I have never even considered submitting a story until today. I don't normally do things like this, but it seemed like the kind of thing that other fans of the site would enjoy. It was around 4:00 in the afternoon when I finished my workout. I h...
I was ready for a night out… dressed to kill in a black lace stretch top over a black lace bra, black miniskirt, thigh-high black silk stockings and black velvet heels. A lacy black thong was the only thing coming between my lover’s hands and my pussy, which was ready for a hot night out of drinking and dancing… knowing that his hands would be roaming and br...
Dan walked into his video rental store and headed to the back section. As he moved past the curtain, he saw a good looking woman was also looking for some porn. It wasn't very often that he saw females in here, and he felt slightly uncomfortable. Starting on the opposite end of the XXX video shelves, Dan sifted through the hundreds of titles. He looked for...
In the fifties, in Swansea, Capitalism still ruled. Large detached houses were still owned and occupied by rich ship owners, factory owners and mine owners. Their sons and daughters were naturally sent to the best English public schools and we used to come together in dances and house parties in the holidays. In the Christmas holiday of 1957, I went to 12 da...
Author's Note: This is another story inspired by my Lit friend, Lucia (a.k.a. Gimme_Your_Load). I tried to imagine the psychodynamics of her desire for cum, and put it into story form. I gave her the chance to preview the story before I submitted it to Lit, and she gave it a definite thumbs up. In fact, she said she would be pleased if I would name her as th...
My name is Malice Jackson. Friends call me M.J. I am a black woman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. By day, I work at the all-new Local Public Library. I'm in the backroom of the Archives Department. It's a boring job but someone has to do it. By night, I am a sexually adventurous super freak who does anything she can to satisfy her very twiste...
This is another one a little out of order, but I'm having trouble remembering what's what. I got home about 4 am Thursday morning. It was early summer, but the "lows" were still in the mid-80s. Pretty much everybody was asleep. Pretty much? People in my neighborhood either had real jobs or stayed home and slept in. I walked into my bedroom, kicked off my s...
1. Meet Mr. Flumpy. He's a penis. ----- 2. Mr. Flumpy has had many adventures. I will tell you one of them. ----- 3. This is the story of How Mr. Flumpy Learned How to Use a Napkin. ----- 4. Mr. Flumpy is different from you and me. He doesn't have to eat. But he still has to use a napkin. ----- 5. Mr. Flumpy has a mouth. And, when he ge...
We walk into the empty movie theater, holding hands. I let go of her hand as she slides into her seat in the back corner of the theater; I sit down beside her. We're early so we watch the ads while waiting for the rest of the people to straggle in. It's a Sunday afternoon matinee so there aren't many people here. The trailers begin rolling. A movie about a...