Felix was not in the mood for walkies at that particular moment she just wanted to get release from him. Maybe if her pitied her enough he would take the device off. Felix began scheming. Thinking of a way to get what she needed. She had a habit of thinking for herself. Not really thinking about others, just using them if they got in her way. All she could t...
I pull in the driveway and see you sitting in your van. Engine's off. You're in the back seat. Odd place for you to be. I get out of my car, close the door and come over to your window. It's tinted and I can only see your silhouette. I'd know it anywhere - definitely you. I hear the doors unlock. You just have the remote back there with you. I take that as...
Since the start of her love affair with Alexander, Belle had grown to enjoy - wait, no crave - the most carnal of senses. The feel of her husband's sticky cum leaking out of her and down her thighs, the smell of her cunt juices on his face, the soreness of her well-fucked pussy, the taste of his cum still deliciously on her tongue and lips. These badges of s...
This is based off a true story. Names have been changed to protect those involved. ***** Since beginning my internship, I have found myself often imagining what it would be like to let Mike take me into his office and take full advantage of me. I found myself spending much time at work fantasizing about what it would be like and how it would happen. But a...
She pulled up in the drive way, the Christmas lights still up, blinking cheerfully. She always enjoyed how they cheered her up on the dark winter nights. She grunts as she unloads her bags from the car. Trudging up the steps, she opens the door, the two black puppies bounding out joyfully, jumping on her bags, knocking them from her hands. She gives up laug...
A story inspired by and dedicated to a beautiful "Literotican" who post on the Amateur pic pages - yes she is naughty! You arrived at the beach and it seemed deserted. It was great to get away midweek away from everyday life and to relax. The sun was shining, it was hot and you were excited about your first photo shoot away from home. Somehow the idea of be...
My husband had left me and I hadn’t had sex in over sex months. I had met Matt in the supermarket and seeing his handsome frame rekindled memories of our tryst several years ago. I called him and asked him if he could come over for a swim and a drink thereafter. He said he would come and bring along his cousins Sam and Nina. I am a hirsute woman and I have...
Being sexually attracted to hairy women ineluctably has homoerotic overtones. In the unconscious, internalized iconography of our culture, body hair is a masculine trait, not a feminine one. A hirsute woman is, in effect, a masculinized woman. One of the most intriguing and original psychoanalytic treatises to appear in the past 20 years is Female Perversi...
Wanda Philogene here. I'm a young black woman of Haitian descent living in the City of Brockton, Massachusetts. Recently, I divorced my African-American husband Roger Stephens and hooked up with Sean Prescott, a tall, handsome white guy whom I met at the local hospital where I work as a nurse. Sean and I are lovers, and let me tell you, this white dude can d...
It was a cold night and despite having been lovers for several months, they had not managed to spend a Saturday morning together. Kelly had frequently shared his bed after they made love on weeknights. She enjoyed the feel of his warm body against hers even when she was unable to fall asleep, which was more common the first couple times. Of course it was nic...