My wife called me last Friday. Nothing strange in that except for some of the questions she was asking. She asked the normal like what were my plans for the weekend and when would I be home and such, but she also asked things like what was my favorite color lingerie, and did I prefer oils or sex lubrications. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but I knew she ha...
I got the phone call at around seven thirty in the even on a cold Saturday night. The call came from Cathy Higgins. I hadn't seen Cathy in five years, back when I was a freshman in high school. She told me that herself and my other friend, a girl I fell in love with many times named Anne Marie Carter were going to be dropping by sometime in the next week. T...
Caitlyn Janice Moore is the name and wickedness is the nature of my game. I'm a six-foot-tall, lean and athletic, blonde-haired and green-eyed Irishwoman living in the city of Ottawa, Ontario. I'm openly queer, and I am sole heiress to a multi-million-dollar fortune. By day, I am a Psychology student at the University of Carleton. At night, I am something el...
(Special thanks to Kirk2004 for editing this story. I'm a firm believer that our "firsts" in life, even writing erotica, should be special.) The time was right, the couple had planned, and prepared for this special "reunion" weekend. After having had many discussions following their intimate encounters with Beth and Joe, Laura and Gil were continually drawn...
I didn't see Paul again for over two weeks. It drove me crazy to not see him plus the anticipation of possibly running into him. Not that I was going into town more often just to catch him somewhere or anything, that would be ridiculous. Feelings had developed between us when our friendship was fresh, feelings we both had to deny and overcome. He was also ma...
My name is Scott. I'm a Justice of the Peace in a small rural county in a western state. Things are quiet out here. I help the police occasionally, help sort out land titles and deeds, preside over our small claims court, and perform marriages. I have a small office at the Town Hall, nothing fancy, just a place to work. I had wanted to be a lawyer, but life...
Foreword: Before you read this story we think it is important to point out a few things. This story was actually written by two people myself and my friend Helen, and is part of an ongoing role-playing scene. Having logged our scene we decided it would be fun to submit it to Literotica, and so we edited the logs to make them nice and presentable and this is...
He had always been curious about what it would be like, but had never really thought he could go through with it. That was of course until he had met Sadie, she told him that she wanted to make all his fantasies come true. No matter how nasty, she was willing to please him in every way possible. One night after a particularly intense session of rough sex...
I sat on a beach chair stroking my dick. It was nice. My dick liked the fresh air. I liked masturbating outside. The possibility of being caught reminded me of having sex at boarding school. In order to have sex at boarding school you would have to go into the woods or sneak into a classroom at night. Getting caught was easy. One time the entire track team d...
The delivery van pulled up the last, torturous stretch of road leading to the target property. It was a three-storey house, gabled, with hipped roofs, a cracked and mossy exterior, upper-floor windows smashed in and dark, and a balcony that appeared virtually on the brink of collapse. The van came to a halt, directly at the summit of the steep and rocky driv...