The following morning, Andrew and Charlotte awoke with their minds buzzing. Their sleep had not been peaceful in the slightest. Images of naked bodies, feelings of embarrassment and arousal, questions about what the next day had in store, all swarmed in their mind and built into a wild energy that made the idea of rest next to impossible. As the day opened...
Woodmanone copyright March/2012 There are no descriptive sexual scenes in this story. Constructive comments, emails, and critiques are appreciated. ******************** It was obvious when they entered my office that they had problems and were in trouble. It's not that I'm so sensitive and astute and aware of people's feelings, it's that people don't c...
*** Author's note: All characters are 18 or older. Don't mind if something isn't scientifically accurate, or if it correctly matches certain procedures in real life. This is fictional after all. Please do bear with the story, as it may seem a bit repetitive from chapter 3 here and there; it does move into new territory, as well. Hope everyone enjoys! ***...
A/N: Any ill feelings towards this chapter and its direction are well-deserved. Here's your trigger warning: there's a sprinkle of graphic nonconsent/horror. Part of the reason I submitted then took it down was because of the inward confliction on whether I should censor some things, cut them out entirely, or just say fuck it. Obviously I said fuck it. Enjoy...
The snow was getting deeper. I could barely see through the swirling clouds of crystals. My headlights were so attenuated by the blizzard that the road was invisible more often than not. For the tenth time in as many minutes I cursed myself for starting south so late. At best, I could only see about ten feet ahead. As a result I was only moving about twenty...
"Turn away from me and look over your shoulder." "Unclip your bra, let the ends fall apart." "Turn and face me, slip one of the straps, the left one, off your shoulder and let it dangle down your arm." "Put your hands on your head and slip your fingers into your hair." "Keep the bra on by the cups sticking to your boobs and turn round." "Now, pull one c...
I lay there in the cold room, with my blanket covering up my lower half, up to my waist. The fan spinning on high is the only sound in the pitch black room. I lift up my left wrist as best I can, and I click the 'Light' button on my watch. [3:46] I click the off button, and I lay my head back down. It's been two hours since I fucked these girls, and I kno...
Every story has a beginning; this story, as the title suggests, is about the Newlin's, Mark and Marcie. But to tell it properly we need begin before they actually meet. We'll start with Mark, just prior to his Senior Prom and introduce Marcie as she enters college. We will continue alternating their sexual adventures this way until they meet, date, get marri...
All characters are fictional and depicted as over 21 years of age. Any similarity between my stories and someone else's is just coincidence, because I didn't read the other stuff. I'm trying to write good stories. Please rate and comment. The Other Ashley ch. 2 Jack's Story I was pretty well lit when the girls came bopping into my room, that night. The th...
It's been almost a year since I last wrote for Literotica. I'd like to do more, but life is pretty fucking busy so I can only peck away at a story from time to time. Perhaps I should write shorter ones. Anyway here's my latest, for what it's worth. Anyone engaged in sexual activity is over the age of 18, and is entirely imaginary, although I'd love to meet...