Rochelle and I were in the same high school class. We knew each other, it wasn't that large a school, but we weren't good friends. I thought she was a slut. She probably thought I was too much of a 'good girl'. In fact, I was. Still am, I guess. That was almost twenty years ago. Now we're both working in the same offices of a division of a very large corpor...
I feel thoroughly embarrassed... and somewhat uncomfortable, and I notice my hand is trembling as I carefully place the cup and saucer on the bedside table. I know ought to get up but I don't want to confront him in the bathroom, the faint strains of his singing filter into the hotel bedroom through the bathroom door; I imagine he's happy with his nights wor...
Note -- This is the second edition of this story. The first had many mistakes and was difficult to read, so I want to thank all those who looked past them and encouraged me to continue writing. I want to thank my editor MrsIntJ. Without her hard work this new edition wouldn't have been possible. We hope you enjoy the rewrite. ----*---- This is my first sub...
It was late at night in the office and nearly every room had the lights off. Except for one. Carol and her husband were now in it. They had a long day working for the same company. The office was in your run of the mill business and had a desk, chair and a carpet floor. Both were wearing office suits and had now decided to relax in this comfy office. She w...
Please vote. Please give me the support of your vote. * Too drunk to drive, 24-year-old Jimmy drove 39-year-old Susan home while she blew him. Continued from chapter 1: A dependable and responsible young man, ordinarily Jim was such a nice, sweet, well mannered, and quiet guy. Yet, after having sex with Susan, he turned into some sort of a love monster,...
Thanks to Ms. Black and Ms. Moon for the idea for this exercise in writing. To know these ladies is to love them. Now, let the fag cuck shit begin! I never saw it coming, but I probably should have. My lack of attention may have been a contributing factor. Last April, on a rainy Saturday morning, my wife revealed to me just how unhappy she was. We had been...
As best I have been able to tell, my sugar addiction started even before I was born. My mother ate sweets for more than half her caloric intake from my conception until my birth. Things got worse when I was a child. We always had candy and soft drinks around the house, donuts or sweet rolls for breakfast, and intensely sugary desserts like baklava every nig...
THE AFFAIR CONTINUES Our affair was nearly a year old before we moved sex into the office. Cathleen always dressed conservatively at work wearing long full dresses. They hid her curves very well and it was only when she returned from aerobics in her leotards were her shapely legs and curvy ass displayed. A few Tuesday evenings when she did not have aerobics...
On Sunday night Marty got home late from his trip. I was already in bed but not asleep. He crawled in next to me. "Mmm, I love the smell of freshly washed sheets." I wanted to tell him that I had to wash them because they were soaked with pussy juice and the neighbor boy's cum. Instead I just hugged and kissed him. "I know it's late, but do you need a welco...
As you can see I am at it again, watching and reviewing the best and, mostly, the worst hotel porn has to offer. This week I am back in Chesapeake peeking in on the Lodgenet offerings at Holiday Inn again. Sure, I've reviewed from here before but hey, I'm on a quest to find the best of the best for readers at Literotica. While it may seem like (please forgiv...