I was just cleaning up my computer when I stumbled across these old stories that I had written for some of my past cyber lovers. Since I have started reading quite a few stories on Literotica I thought I would post them here to see what type of reaction they would get. Here is the first ... and maybe the last one. Cheers Lance ***** Well the day had fina...
Brooke sat at her computer watching the clock. It was Friday afternoon when Rick, the bank manager startled her by tapping her on the shoulder. "Before you punch out tonight, I need to see you in my office." Brooke smiled at Rick, "Yes Sir." Her heart raced as she watched Rick leave and close the door to his office. She was interested in him, the way he m...
I was posted VERY strict instructions to follow on the run up to seeing my master:- - My master lives in a built up area and although I am on this occasion allowed to park behind his property, other houses overlook & people use this area as a cut through passage from the main road to the chip shop, so there is the high probability that I will have onlookers...
Okay so first of all it's probably important to tell you guys that even though what I'm about to say sounds horrific, I'm fine now. I'm still friends with Holly and Saskia and I'm sure you'll all enjoy reading about our little escapades in the future. My name is Amber and this story goes back to when I first joined St. Jude's High School in Australia at age...
This is my first attempt at writing these kinds of events. I would love to hear feedback from anyone...should I keep at this? Charlene & I had been dating for about 3 weeks, she was just 18 and I was 19. Our petting had evolved to me feeling up her tits in the few moments we had privacy. She was really cute, shoulder length blonde hair, brown eyes and full...
I opened the door to Bob's truck. It was so big I had to carefully place my high heeled shoe on his side step to ease my entry into his cab. Once in there, I had to pull my skirt back down, as it had ridden up over the top of my stockings and garters. Finally, I sat back and as I did, I started saying, "I believe you have something for me?" I looked over a...
As I walked into the bar I felt eyes upon me. This was the first time I had ever been in one and I was a little scared. Looking around I saw several men that had looked my way and a couple women, but they were already starting to look back at what they were doing. Looking over to the counter I saw you looking at me. I had no idea who you were then, but there...
Summer was always the season of love; not the roses and over romanticized, but the meet someone and bring them home kind of way. Memories of grade school up through high school were full of a blooming interest in girls. The ironic part is that I had thought that those times were long past. The idea of exploring young bodies and learning sexual choreography l...
Popplewell swings like a pendulum, to counter the movement of the bus. Gripping the overhead strap in one hand, his open book in the other. He reads, peeping over the dark, round rimmed spectacles, perched at the end of his nose, in defiance of the need for bifocals. The story takes him away from the humdrum existence, that is his inconsequential life. His c...
I enter the bookstore on a warm summer evening, wearing a light weight sundress, my eyes scan the customers, which are not surprisingly mostly male. I smile to the cashier when greeted and walk down the first aisle. I can feel eyes moving over my exposed flesh, making me all too conscious of the way my panties brush against my lips, exhaling I close my eyes...