From a script graciously offered by Dalhia57, an Indian girl I recently met on Literotica. - - - - Naina and her twin sister Ritu Dhaliwal had won a grant to continue their university studies in Birmingham, UK. The two quite shy Indian girls were attacked when coming back from a theatre by a group of bikers and took shelter in a night club where the staff...
Lucy's 18th birthday present. "Ask her again George," Mary, Lady Melchett ordered her husband Colonel Melchett as he finished his breakfast coffee and stood before the leaded light window with stone surround and stared idly across the manicured lawns of his opulent manor house home. "Yes, I suppose so," he agreed, his heart sinking at the thought of anothe...
Author's note: the following story is purely a work of fiction and any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. The author wishes to express his gratitude to rozezwild for her editing to make this a better story. * I couldn't believe my luck. I lay there on the queen-sized bed, propped on one hand, looking at the sweet thing laying besi...
Chapter 4: Driving her mad with pleasure The script for the pink panty prize was simple. The silk G-string panties were miniscule coverings for her shaved pussy with a small pocket in the gusset that contained a micro vibrator the string itself would vibrated between the wearers cheeks. The vibrator was controlled by remote control tuned to a cell phone fun...
My name is Melissa. I am 32 years old, married to a wonderful man for the last 5 years, and we have a 3 year old son. My husband Tom is 38. Tom works for a large insurance company based out of New York, but he manages an investment group here in our Midwestern city. I have my Masters in Political Science but after we had our son Tom's career was doing well e...
It was 4 o' clock in the afternoon. The pub was empty except for a handful of people. I was polishing glasses when a beautiful woman walked in and sat in the stool front of me. She had a slender figure and chocolate brown hair with ice blue eyes and luscious red lips. I could tell she was sad and had just been crying because her cheeks were kind of pink, so...
Chapter One: First Wednesday Philip hadn't been down to the Venice in a couple of years, maybe longer. He'd been a regular for a while, but just got out of the habit. Then a friend recommended a band called Blindfold and said they played at the Venice on Wednesday nights, Bennie's old spot on the calendar. So here he was, nine-thirty on a Wednesday, steppin...
A great set of tits will get my attention every time. I was sitting in my living room on the couch, reading a book, when I heard the doorbell. I wasn't expecting company, but what the hell, I was bored. I answered the door. The first thing I saw was a brunette wearing a low cut dress, displaying impressive cleavage. To my credit, I managed to look up a...
Part 2 - the girls go fishing "Shall we meet this Saturday." "Yeah. At the place we always used to meet." A quick agreement for a rendezvous, made during the week. The time and place agreed. It was not exactly an uncommon occurrence waiting for Siobhan. Danielle swung her bare legs as she sat on the old wooden bench in the shade of the tree just as she h...
Dear reader: this is an installment of a novella. To best enjoy it, I would like to recommend that you first read When the Masks Come Off in Venice, When the Snow Comes Down in Venice, and Where the Chips May Fall in Venice. You may find the first part of this installment a bit disturbing, as we peer into the mind of our story's villain. It was midnight i...