I sipped my martini slowly, peering over the glass's rim at the short balding man who was admiring my nipples; which were peaked by the wispy soft caress of my silk gown. My mahogany body was draped in designer black; backless of course; Italian stilettos, a diamond necklace and nothing else. Shorty's eyes turned away when they move up to meet mine. Oh yes...
It's always strange to sleep in the room you occupied as a kid. You look back and wonder: it's so familiar and yet it feels like a stranger's room. Aunt Patty lived with Grandmother Lucinda when I was a teenager, so when I bailed out of St. George's Convent on this trip home, she put me up in my old room. She meant well; she always means well, even when her...
The house of Lane is my first adventure in writing and is something I have thought about for a long while. I am finally putting the ideas, characters and fantasies into written form because I am excited to both explore myself and share my thoughts and ideas with others who enjoy reading and entering the minds of others. I look forward to lots of feedback bot...
"Oh God," gasped Brittney as she slipped her dance top over her huge breasts, "Oh God they're so big." After adjusting her bra cups and giving her large boobs a quick squeeze, she left the women's bathroom and headed back into the gym. "Hey dude," said Chris to Jeff as he warmed up, "Your inspiration is heading this way." Jeff turned and couldn't help...
My wife has treated me after fifteen of years of marriage with no respect, and humiliates me whenever possible. She learned at the beginning that I always want her to play with my penis, and get me off. She uses it as a tool. Once off she knows I want nothing more than to be lazy, and forget about her needs. It has progressed and I expect it to not only cont...
"Seeing as that wanker will soon be too 'tied-up' (evil chuckle) to continue with this debauched tale; I, Madam, shall commence to tell you, dear reader, how this merry sport played on." I watched my fresh meat crawl like a babe across the floor to bring me a favoured strap-on, enjoying the sight of his fire-red buttocks working to do my bidding as the worm...
[©2010 BY CLINTON09; ALL CHARACTERS OVER THE AGE OF 18; NO EVENTS DESCRIBED ARE TRUE] [THE ALMOST TRUE TALES OF A LIFE GUARD; BRILLIANT PROMOTER, HE CONVINCED HUSBANDS TO PAY HIM TO ALSO BE A 'WIFE GUARD'; THE WIFE GUARD ENDED UP PLANTING SEEDS IN A LARGE FIELD, RAISING NEW LIFE.] * What was that old rock 'n roll song: Indiana Wants Me (Lord I can't go ba...
Snow is holy. It falls on the streets and the cars. It softens and obscures the hard edges of the buildings and falls on the shoppers hurrying about their business. It muffles the sounds of the traffic and slowly builds up in white mounds on the windowsills and fire escapes, covering everything with pure, soft white. Each flake is a jewel, perfect in its o...
I opted to revisit my first stories on Literotica. I wrote this story sitting alone in a hotel room. I decided to fix it up and finish the tale. - ETHAN WAS GETTING exhausted of the life of living in a hotel. He was away on business and had left his wife and kids back home. He was now on day fourteen and still had two weeks to go before he would return hom...
It was hot. Really hot. Hot and humid. The kind of hot where it wasn't worth taking a shower because you'd start sweating the moment you turned the water off. It was the kind of hot where you'd break into a sweat putting on your socks. Forget about trying to sleep if you didn't have air conditioning. Tricia and Doug's cabin didn't have air conditioning. None...