For those wondering why I haven't been entering any new short stories here lately, perhaps this story will help explain a little bit. It's sorta short, but I think you will enjoy it nevertheless. * Now I love a big black prick as much as the next white woman, but when the six men, or should I say nearly men, holding guns, and knives somewhere on their pers...
It seemed perfect as I looked through the paper. I needed a place to live and the guy in this ad owned a six bedroom house and needed a roommate. I called then drove over there. I knocked on the door and it was opened by a guy in his early twenties, smoothly muscular, fit with model looks. He welcomed me and I walked in. He gave me a tour, walking behind me...
Saturday, 12:00 a.m. Back at the house the girls had gotten more wasted than ever. 'Heeeeeeey!' Veronica greeted us wastedly at the door with one massive naked tit of hers hanging out of her cotton tank top, 'Iss my friends! Wassin th'bag?' 'Hey Veronica!' Jessica said, helping her put her flopping tit away, 'Lemme show you what we got!' 'Jus don' go in...
My wife, Brandie, and I, have enjoyed the "HOT Wifing" lifestyle for many years. But our thing, (or maybe I should say, my thing), was all about sharing her with other men, in male-female-male threesomes, with me being one of the men. I wasn't one of those guys, who got off on loaning my wife out for her to go out on solo dates with men and then come home to...
Bret Harris arose before the sun did on Semifinal Saturday and headed to the school to watch Bedke on film one final time. Gametime was set for 1 p.m., and players were told to be there no later by 11 a.m. At 10:30 a.m., when no one was there, the coach began to get worried. He wondered if the Bedke club would get up early and drive the entire distance the...
After Eddy stripped me completely and finger fucked me to a mind blowing orgasm, I was hooked. It didn't matter any more that this nasty activity was forbidden in my church and family or that I may be on my way to hell because of it; the things I felt in those wicked moments were too good to give up. Eddy (My high school boyfriend), knew that I was inexper...
The dark room with the well-lit stage smelled of smoke and echoed with the French accents of Montrealers. The pair made their way through the fuming cigarettes and indistinguishable chatter to a table in a quiet corner. In well-tailored suits amidst the jean and t-shirt-clad men, the two looked slightly out of place. Scott Greg and Jack O'Donnell had been o...
These are chapters seven, eight and nine of "My Long Affair": Chapter VIII David called me on my cellphone early Sunday morning: "Did you get the marker tattoos off yet?" During our last rendezvous, I had asked David to draw tattoos on me with a marker. "Ha-ha, yes, I used rubbing alcohol. And where's your Mrs.?" I asked. "On her way to church. She's n...
Bethany sat by herself in the quiet darkness of the office, trying to decide exactly what she would say when the youth pastor, Brother Joe came in. She'd thought about it a long time and although she didn't exactly have all of her ducks in a row, she certainly knew what she thought she would do. Sweat was starting to bead up on her forehead as she sat there,...
Authors note: Of all the stories I've posted on Literotica the one that drew the most comment (although, curiously enough, the lowest vote rating) was Sam's Story. Almost everyone said they liked the story, but that it fairly cried out for a Part 2. To everyone who sent a valid email address with their comment I replied that not all stories had happy ending...