We met after a long time in the evening, eating dinner at a little sidewalk cafe. The music from the restaurant was faint and the well leafed trees towering over our tiny table blocked the street lights but created an intimate atmosphere that was heightened even more by how much our bodies had to touch as we ate our meal. Hands touched over the small table t...
Chandice couldn't figure out what was wrong with herself. The start of the lawnmowers engine just seemed to send chills through her body, right to the special spot between her legs. No she didn't have a lawnmower fetish, but she did seem to have a thing for the landscaper that was using it. She just couldn't understand it, she had never been attracted to a w...
This brief story could got under either the Interracial or Anal categories. *** The middle-aged woman looked out the window at the young drifter mowing the tall grass and weeds her husband humorously called a lawn in the grueling heat, the temperature and humidity making his ebony skin glisten in the sun, and then she looked at the five crumpled dollar bil...
Kyle eagerly raided Brenda's freezer for the secret stash of ice cream she always kept there just for him. Brenda was lactose intolerant and pure ice cream didn't sit well with her stomach, but Kyle had absolutely no problems eating it for breakfast lunch and dinner and would if it had provided enough sustenance for him to do so. Rocky Road – his favor...
He was trying to concentrate. He was finding it very hard. Her thighs were now encased in her jeans, no longer a temptation, or so you might think. They were in a restaurant, waiting for their food. She sat beside him. She was talking about a book she had been reading. And he was interested, he really was. But each time he looked down he couldn't wrench his...
Tina just got the call she's been dreading, her grandmother passed away and she has to go back to the small town where she grew up in order to make her grandmother's funeral arrangements. She's been dreading this day like no other. She made a promise to herself once she left twenty years ago she would never go back, but here she is on her way to grandma's...
*Bonus, the idea that hit me while I was writing Abandoned with the Enemy and Isabelle and Mr Bête. A naughty little version of the well-known fairy tale of three little pigs. *Literotica rules apply. ***** It was a warm, sunny day when Zoë decided to take a swim at the pond in the forest. She grabbed her towel and picnic basket and headed out, humming a...
Oiled and perfumed, dark exotic eyes peering over iridescent veils, we all lay upon our pillows. Idly brushing each other’s hair, we embraced one another as sisters in our womanhood. Each woman beautiful in her own way. Round soft, sleek slender, large - powerful, and eternally graceful, every variety of woman filled the sandstone room this warm, sun burnt d...
Jane woke up horny that summer morning in late July. Before she even opened her eyes she could tell the sun was already up and starting to warm the bedroom. Her right hand crept under the covers and found her pussy. To her surprise her cunt was already wet and slippery. Then she suddenly remembered the erotic dream she had had about her girlfriend Patti. P...
Emma caught her reflection in the store window as she passed. Tall and curvy, she looked like an Amazon gone gypsy. At least that was her impression of herself. She stopped for a moment and surveyed the image staring back at her. Tall, she stood a little over five ten in her bare feet. Her flat sandals kept her there now. Like many Washington natives, her sk...