The hot water splashes on your neck and drizzles down your breasts. The tips of your fingers tease your standing nipples, softening them with the perfumed shower gel. Your hands slide underneath your breasts, feeling the weight of them, still maternity-full. Imagining how they will feel to my hands. You're thinking about how it will be: my salty tongue cares...
Tell me more about how you'll train me. Tell me how you'll teach me to serve you, piece by piece. Start with my hands. Teach them how to find your dick bulging through the crotch of your pants while we sit on the couch watching movies. Rub my fingertips over the soft fabric covering your dick until I can feel the loose skin around the head rub and catch...
My name is Hunter Daniels and I've got this little addiction which has caused my life to have some rather interesting moments. My addiction, you see, is that I crave to fuck women. My lust, however, is targeted at only married women. What's worse is that every married woman I've fucked, I've made pregnant. I have fathered at least 20 children but before yo...
Will my sexual addiction show no bounds? That I cannot even manage to keep my hands off my lover while my daughter is downstairs watching a movie? Apparently I give into my base desires at the drop of a hat when I'm around my lover. All I meant to do was drop off some camping equipment and snap a few photos of him in his SEXY uniform for the website. Let's...
Author's Note: It's been a couple of years since I posted a story on Lit. Most of my stories are inspired by true events, but are liberally embellished by my imagination. This story, however, is completely true – every word of it, to the best of my recollection. It starts out a bit slowly to develop the context, but if you'll stay with me, I think you'll see...
She was crying. Not from pain, but from pure pleasure. She had just stomped on another man's heart and she was savoring his heartache. The woman was a bitch, but she was hot and had a great rack and like so many others, Mark fell for her body and deceptively sweet smile and ignored the rest. This was something that not even he was aware of, mesmerized by her...
Author's Notes: *"Chakkar" is a multipurpose colloquial Hindi word, in the present context meaning "affair". To get the best out of this story, I suggest that you should read Ch. 01-08 of "My Chakkar With SC" before reading on. **** Those days I was in the process of giving up smoking. I had been a smoker for more than 15 years and had acquired a persi...
The maddening itch grew worse each day, and Arnold was finally driven to seek relief. He had put it off for as long as he could, fearing the inevitable embarrassment and humiliation associated with revealing his problem, but at last he could stand it no more. He entered the drug store shyly and looked around for the elderly pharmacist who ran the store. The...
Any woman who says she doesn't like anal sex is either lying or she hasn't tried it. Don't take it from her. Take it from me, Kimberly. I'm a tall, busty and thick, light-skinned chick of Haitian-American and Irish descent living in Stoughton, Massachusetts. I recently graduated from an all-female private school, with a bachelor's degree in business. Before...
As if your vote is my applause, please vote for my story. There are no characters under the age of 18-years-old in this story. * In the beginning, before there was children, there was sex. Continued from Chapter 01: In the way that he still remembered seeing his mother and sister in their bras and panties, topless, and naked, he'd love nothing more than...