If you have not done so, please read the first three parts rather than attempting to pick up the tale in the middle. * * * * * As we sped out of the parking lot and into traffic, my head spun. I couldn't believe that I had just masturbated in front of a couple frat boys in a parking lot! I continued to blush and tried to sink down into the passenger seat a...
Afsoon moved with catlike grace along the corridor of the British Embassy in Azerbaidistan, her gum rubber sandals soundless on the thick wool carpeting. She found the door to the Code Room locked, but a few deft manipulations with her lock picking tools opened it. The room stank of ozone as it also contained the wireless transmitter used to communicate with...
Behind The Bamboo Curtain “Mike, Mike – check out what’s behind door number one.” I was helping my neighbor Rick install a skylight. I turned and followed the direction of his gaze over the peak of the garage roof. Less than twenty feet away, framed by the French doors of the guest bedroom was a pair of legs – beautiful legs. Rick’s sister-in-law Gwen was...
My family had planned to be at the beach all day, but on my way to lunch I saw them in the lobby. My mother and my stepfather were clearly arguing, talking through clenched teeth in order not to scare the children or make a public scene, but my small stepsisters looked pretty sad and miserable all the same, and I think my mother had been crying, for her eyes...
The next morning Asch headed for town as soon as the library was due to open, which was after some writing and a quick breakfast. His first presentation in Easthaven was the next day, and he wanted to review some of the geology paper, look over some satellite photos of the area, and rehearse the approach he was going to take in his talk. He saw Clay when he...
I was home, alone. Enjoying the solitude of a rainy day, the comfort of my own surroundings, and the secret thrill of wearing a sweater, frilly pink boy short underwear, and thigh high stockings, and nothing else. My hair was messy, my two braids still in place but with many flyaway tendrils. I moved about my housefrau duties; washing dishes, loading them...
If there are two things in life that I really hate, they must be: stereotyping and racism. So I have to warn you in advance that this story is about both of them. But it's a story that needs to be told because the ending is so satisfying. I was born and grew up in New York City. One of the stereotypes that I would like to dispel right away is that all Jewis...
The light misty rain fell softly against my face, my eyelashes. My vision sparkled as old fashioned street light illumination shone through. My feet were cold. I was standing barefoot on the cobblestones, silently absorbing and enjoying the turn of the century atmosphere that was Gastown, Vancouver. I was cold. I wore nothing under my fancy purple trench co...
Dollie Tells her Boob Story Dollie's version of her story as she remembers it. I am not much of a writer. I don't even like getting on this computer. My memory slips so with Denny's help I want to add my own stories about my boobs and maybe other things. It probably takes me ten times longer to write than others and I need reminded of some details. At f...
This story has both male and female bisexual action, including anal. If that is not your cup of tea, you may want to stop reading now. If you're curious or your don't mind that stuff, read on! This is my first story for Literotica, but it won't be the last. *********************************************** "So, what do you want to do tonight?" I asked my wi...