It was on the second day of our camping trip that Troy finally blew up at me and told me how ashamed he was of what a fatass I had become. That was his word, fatass, although fatbelly and fatthigh and bigfloppytit would have applied equally well. After four years of marriage he was still lean and athletic, and I had spread in every direction. And hiking a st...
She comes with fiery passion loud moans emitted from her, nipples harden breast swelling. Steve walks toward her then kneels, as if he was kneeling before a queen. His mouth locks on her quivering pussy, drinking in her warm succulent juice milking her making her body quiver and quake until she can take no more, she grabs Steve's hair and pushes his face dee...
Chapter 1: From Darkness into Light Lenore pulled her 320Z to the side of the road and double-checked the address, 91281 Pacific Coast Hwy, Florence, OR. According to the GPS, it should be within 100 yards of her location, but there was nothing. No house, no driveway, no mailbox, nothing. She was about to give up and call the number she had been given for d...
I need to express my appreciation to Oldnakeddad. I contacted him as an editor but he became more than that. He has been a mentor and a teacher and molded a disorganized draft into something I feel comfortable submitting to you literotica readers! I am forever grateful! I'd been either blessed...or cursed! *** So you can better understand what I'm refer...
I hadn't seen Jessica in a few years. Kids, distance, jobs. All good stuff, but it meant I wasn't as close to my friend as I used to be. We still texted relatively frequently, it got a little raunchy sometimes. Every once in a while, her boyfriend Chris would send some dirty pictures of them. But for the most part, we were just college friends who grew apart...
The smell of books is a serious turn on to me. I drew in a deep breath as I entered the book store, and yes, my nether regions nearly tingled. I could tell though that beside me, Daddy was much more interested in the smell of coffee emanating from the coffee shop. He leaned down and kissed my forehead and told me to have fun, that he was heading to get a cof...
Hi, my name is Veronique. I'm a 35-year-old girl from Los Angeles, currently working in the Netherlands as a management assistant. I have a boyfriend from Sweden, who I met during one of the many ex-pat meetups we have here in Amsterdam. My boyfriend and I get along very well. That goes for all parts of our relationship, but for one thing in particular: I'm...
It's taken me some time, but finally, here is the third instalment in 'The Importance of Good Neighbours' series. You may like to read parts one and two before you read this. *** We had a beautiful summer. My neighbour Zack and I met regularly. Sometimes we just sat together chatting at the porch, but often that would end in some good old fashioned sex. I...
Chapter 1 Carrie lay warm and comfortable under the covers of her bed. Her mind was reeling and she had a deep, foreboding pit in her belly. She'd awoken from a vivid dream but she wasn't sure if it was a really good dream or a terrible nightmare. She did know, however, that her pussy was soaking wet and her mind was filled with the indelible image of a fit...
John Stamos read the invitation printed in dark black print over and over. He couldn't believe that Mary Kate and Ashley Olsen were 18 years old. They were having a huge party and supposedly had invited everyone who used to be on the show. He still remembers them as children on the comedy sitcom Full House. A lot of good times came from that show and he'd ma...