Growing up, I had a mad crush on Emmanuella "Manou" Jean-Pierre, the six-foot-tall, dark-skinned and tomboyish daughter of one of my father's friends. We used to play together, but Manou was a lot closer to my older sister Annabelle since they were the same age. I was a year younger than them, and in the world of females, that's a monumental difference. Chic...
The foreign exchange student who lived next door (well, actually a block away) moved in right after my 18th birthday. It was the middle of summer, before my senior year in high school. Olivia came from Switzerland. I happened to be acquaintances with her host family (through my parents), though I didn't know she was even here until she had lived in America...
I woke up last Monday morning with my dick in my wife's hand. It was something that she had not done in too many years. Memories of fantastic hand jobs at drive-in movies or in the school library when we were dating flooded my mind. I let a hand move to her parted thighs, finding her pussy so hot that it burned my fingers. The lips of my wife's pussy flutter...
It had been a while since the last time I saw Bella. I really didn't know what was going on with her, honestly. Well, I had an idea what it was, but she knew my deal and really, aside from some amazing sex, we had nothing in common. I couldn't have a conversation with her to save my life. But the way she sucked my dick, well, it more than made up for lack of...
Night 1 This Story is actually a continuation of my first-labeled part 1. You don't need to read part one first to enjoy this one, so give this a read and if you like it (or if you just haven't come yet) then try reading part one as well to get a little more backstory. Thanks and enjoy! I woke sometime in the middle of the night. I was somewhat disorientat...
Just where the long trailing branches of a graceful weeping willow tree overhung the path beside the water, I paused to enjoy the view and the cool of the willow shade. I sensed a movement beside me. It was a girl. "Hi, Jack," she said. "You all alone down here?" "Yeah, I, ah...,"I stammered. "I seen you at school." I had seen her a few times on the coll...
Elisabeth Dowling was well known. She had a talent for litigation, which revolved about her ability to sink her immaculately done nails into her victims, holding them immobile while she sank her fangs into the jugular. She looked the part too, well tailored pinstriped suits, thick high heels, (which made her 5’10” height even more imposing) silk blouses, and...
Part 1. David Barclay When checking and clearing old files from my PC I came across this story I'd written at the time when the events described here were happening. I've no great pretensions as an author, but since I read stories here at literotica I decided to submit part 1. It's in several parts so let's see how part1 is received. The events are broadly...
Lieutenant Silky Rabbit lay in a small and dingy hotel room in Cairo, Egypt. She lay with her shimmering crimson hair pouring across the naked muscular chest of Major James Rock, who was always called 'James' by everyone, except the diminutive and recently well fucked Lt. She had carried him across the border while he was shrunk to 6" tall, one twelfth of h...
This is my first attempt at writing BDSM from a woman's point of view. Beth has helped me with it, so in many ways it really is Beth speaking... David was not my first lover, of course. At 28, I had had my share of experiences. I was married for three and one-half years to a man who turned out to be a womanizer. After the divorce I moped around for several...