Posted on literotica.com with permission of author: Nanna Marker; literotica ID ellynei. * "Hello," yelled a woman's voice. "Who lives there?" "Beggars at this time of day?" moaned Brevila and tugged her blanket over her ears. "What are they thinking?" Valo mumbled something which was unintelligible even to himself, laid his arm around his mate and went b...
As I drive to meet you, I can hardly contain my excitement, I have brought you a new toy expressly made for your pleasure. It is a butterfly vibrator, named that because it is shaped like a butterfly with its wing’s spread and the body is a very small but powerful vibrator. It is worn pressed lightly against the clitoris and has a remote battery pack with a...
My wife emerged from the bathroom, pink, glowing and freshly shaven, and I couldn't keep my hands off her. Gently she fended me away, laughing. 'Now then, you'll make me late. And I'll have to shower again. Anyway, you need to conserve your energies.' I consoled myself with watching while she dressed in matching blue bra and panties, a loose blouse and a f...
Zhinv and Niulang. (Part four.) Nuilang, wandered through the town, overcome with grief, in the knowledge of not seeing his beloved wife for another year. People came up to Nuilang, to ask if he was alright, but he couldn't speak, for the tears running down his face, and as his heart broke, he made his way to the river, and stood there on the bridge, dete...
Chapter 15 -- Butterfly Effects **Characters and text are protected under copyright law "Run, run, run!" Butterfly squealed, twisting her body as she worked the controller, as if that would somehow have an effect on what her on-screen character did in the game. Chloe and Mittens laughed raucously at her antics, both working their own controllers vigorously...
I arrive promptly at 6 to pick you up for a nice evening dining out and to attend a company party. You greet me at the office door and I am in awe of the sexuality and beauty you radiate. We embrace at the door, my hands traveling down your back and grasping your buttocks. As my hands travel up to cup your perfect breasts, I realize that you are not wearin...
One fine morning Juan rings the bell to wake me for breakfast. He begins eating and says, "Damn Rosie, you sure had a good idea to move us here. We should move out to the mountains, grow rhubarb and live off the fat of the land." I say, "There you go dreaming again. I don't have a green thumb. And we're too citified to garden. We'd end up panhandling." He...
***** A great many people have undertaken to portray Agatha Christie's Belgian detective, Hercule Poirot, but in my opinion, none has done it as well as David Suchet, star of ITW productions of Poirot. It is his image that I use as my visual and those of Hugh Fraser (Captain Hastings), Pauline Moran (Miss Lemon) and Philip Jackson (Chief Inspector Japp). ENJ...
My Mistresses parted the curtains and we peeked into the sold-out theater. "I've never seen such a big crowd," one said. "Standing room only," said the other. "They have come just to see this slut whipped and raped. I can hardly wait to take a cat to that fine ass of hers." "DRAG THAT WHORE OUT HERE!" The gruff order came from one of the five Masters. The...
My father was a great man until Mom passed away. My mother died of cancer when I was six, my mother's death was hard on my father; he always felt that her death was some how his fault. My bedroom is quite small; the wallpaper is peeling down the walls leaving behind a lightly sticky yellow-orange residue. My older sister and I share a queen bed with superm...