They say romance is dead in today's world. The sunlit picnic has been replaced shady motels and decrepit beds. In the time, before now, a marriage was not considered legal until it was consummated in a night of sweat, passion, and, depending on the era, twisted sheets. Does that mean that most of us are married thrice over? That those nights of intimate pass...
His parents left for the cruise on Saturday morning early. He slept in until 10am. His 8 inch 18 year old cut penis was very hard from the near wet dream he had almost finished before he awoke. Sleeping naked since his 18th birthday in his “private” attic room, the pressure on his bladder woke him from the deepest of sleeps he had had for weeks. It was fall...
It was, she reflected, a new thing. If nothing else, today was definitely a 'new thing' for her. Simply, she was nervous, and becoming more nervous with each passing minute. They'd talked online; he was witty, amiable, and apparently fit. He also (she thought--hoped) possessed some innate understanding of women which so many men never acquired. What attract...
This is a drama that as it is played out, it starts affecting so many, so as the story unfolds more people become involved, and not unlike real life, each action is like a ripple in the pond, causing other reactions. Two people are trying to escape a sadistic human sex trafficker, and there are some scenes of violence and of a sexual nature. * The young P...
It is late in the evening in the dark garage, the white Mach 5 raised up on a lift as Pop stands underneath it, reaching up overhead into the complicated machinery adjusting the pneumatic jack. His young assistant Ellie is very pretty in her red jumpsuit, the same color as Pops' shirt, her soft blond hair tied up in a ponytail with a matching red sash. She s...
Note: If you can read a piece of writing literally, it isn't literature. They named this site Literotica for a reason. (Truth! Give or take a lie or two. How could I write a disclaimer for this story, an Idiot's vision of a Literotica Author's Convention. We're all fighting to be first in line for the Smithsonian's new Freaks Galore Wing. ) Harvey? What's...
I had just moved into the rather down-at-the-heels bungalow and as it was my first home purchase I had a lot to do around the property. It was a quiet neighbourhood with mostly retired people and the graying asphalt street was lined with stooped oak and maple trees that I associated with senescence so it was a surprise that the house next door, to the south,...
There my fuckable, light brown-haired, 23-year-old wife, Charisse, was on her knees in The Royale Theater. She was skimpily dressed like a slatternly tart and sucking a strange cock like the dirty whore she's been since high school where I'd been one of dozens, maybe 100's of boys to dick her. At the theater that Fri. night, meanwhile, another man roughly d...
Silica The Sentinel was to reach the asteroid field just after supper time on Atlantis, so after supper, Mark and Annabelle waited in his office so Cricket could do the virtual bridge thing again. Right on schedule, Cricket darkened the room and enabled the virtual bridge. Annabelle watched in amazement, she had, of course, been on the bridge of the Posei...
He'd woken up abruptly -- completely aroused, his dick harder than carbon steel. What he'd thought was just an awesome dream was not a dream at all. Looking down, there actually WAS a sweet young thing crouched between his thighs. And the lovely angel was feasting on his manhood like a ravenous whore. He risked a quick look at his wife. She was still sleepi...