Ann sucked on her pen. Her mind was a thousand miles away – as usual. Suddenly a soft voice called out her name. "Excuse me, Miss!" said the voice In her daydream, Ann had not noticed the figure in overalls standing beside her, studying her intently. "Sorry! I was miles away! " Replied Ann, a little disturbed. "I've come to fix the cabling" He said, wit...
Yes, swallowing one's own come, or licking one's own pussy love-juices, is-almost-futile, unless you are extremely narcissistic, and that may be. Whatever... Yes, baby...:) A complex matter it is--that of eating one's own. It delves very deep into Freud's cannibalistic studies, and all the taboos associated with that. One can't "Eat oneself" and survive, b...
Having good luck a few nights earlier, I decided to return to The Wave. It was my last night in Hawaii, so I thought I'd see if I could get my trip to end well. Maybe I might even run into the girl I'd hooked up with a few nights before. The crowd was a little better this night. I circulated the club looking for any available girls I might be interested in....
I am driving to a house party that is located on the other side of a very bad area of town and as I get through the worst part of the area, my car begins to make an awful sound. The weather changes to rain and me without an umbrella or a raincoat, I am wearing a white shirt, no bra, and very tight black jeans. My car dies just outside of town and I have to w...
Chapter #9 Boning up for grades I did really well in freshman biology. Well enough to be allowed to take osteology, a 300 level course. It's about bones, no, not boners, bones; there's even a book called 'The Bone Lady' which is great fun. The professor was a hunk. He hailed from Georgia, and I could just hear it in his lilt. He was broad shouldered, wit...
Like all married couples, my husband and I frequently find ourselves in a rut, sexually, and are always looking for new avenues to explore to break up the monotony. He is enthusiastic, but he just lacks in creativity. So I am usually the one to think up new sexual adventures. I don't mind, but sometimes I just wish he'd surprise ME with something totally new...
She sits behind her monitor at the desk in her office and stares at a blank screen. Her mind has wandered again to the outer edges of her subconscious. That faint, barely visible line between conscious thought and fantasy. She's standing on a cliff looking down, leans just a bit further to get a good view and the edge crumbles under her feet. She sails into...
I don't know what's on her mind, but for me this is a voyage of discovery. She just agreed a short time ago to come play with us. The thought has been exciting me since I let it. So we're here. Tommy is sitting quietly nearby. I think he's trying to be unobtrusive, but I can feel his eyes as a palpable thing. My pulse begins to race. I want to go slow, I wan...
Hello dear readers. I write again to a special reader. One who chooses to write diatribes rather than honest criticism. It's also for all those who 'comment' anonymously unwilling to use even their Literotica username. And, it's for those who seem to be the hall monitors of the 'Loving wives' section and who cannot for the life of themselves write more than...
The warmth of the bed engulfed their two bodies, intertwined, blurring the lines of where he ends and she begins. Rising from the depths of sleep and falling from the heights of dreams, he stirs to consciousness. The blanket, shielding the pair from the cool winter morning, is heavy and comforting. Rain splatters on the window after it's skydive from the hea...