I laid naked on my bed and resting in the afternoon sunlight. The sun was starting to set and I was alone for the first time in the last 24 hours. My head was a tad fuzzy while entire body felt warm and alive yet so very tired. I also felt beautiful. And sexy. In fact, I felt like a bona-fide sex goddess. I couldn't help but caress myself in vanity; twirling...
Joe E Hartley January 2020 Jack unpacked the final box the moving company had delivered. He surveyed his new home, this was to be his last move, at least while he was still upright. He now had fewer possessions, no garage, no power tools, and no garden. What he did have was a small two-bedroom apartment where one bedroom had no bed, but did have his easel...
NOTE: Please bear with my work for this is my first ever trial of venturing towards this genre and I never had written or been good on writing erotic scenes. I'm very much welcome to any 'constructive' criticism so that I could improve my work. Hope you'll appreciate or even enjoy a bit of it. Keep safe and thanks. /***/ "You never fail to see surprise me,...
Embracing diversity takes its toll on a young condo couple Author's note: This story was inspired by the series Black Man One by Weak_White_Wimp. It involves a young white woman and her black neighbor, somewhat similar to two of my previous submissions, Amber's Six Pics and Good Neighbor Sam. As always, your votes are very much appreciated (just click star...
It was hot, and I mean toasting! The weather channel was calling for a low of only seventy eight overnight with the humidity nearly the same. It was a horrible, awful, shitty time for the air conditioning to crap out. Normally I would fix just about anything myself, but in this case there wasn't much I could do with a toasted compressor. After a long talk...
Some readers said the earlier version of this chapter was too short; I agree and have expanded this. Please write and let me know what you think! * * * * * When Jessica regained consciousness, she had no idea where she was. The eighteen year old schoolgirl lay naked in a bed, only a thin sheet covering her, in a room that was little more than a box six fee...
"There are four birds sitting on a fence and a hunter shoots one how many are left?" The speaker was one Samuel Brown, the senior economics teacher at Hildebrandt High School. He was something of a popular teacher around the campus despite pushing into his sixties. A picture over his desk revealed that before he'd become a chiseled, elegant, dapper gentlemen...
This story is the fourteenth in a series. The prior installments provide context and background on the individual characters. However, the author hopes that this story may be read with pleasure as a stand-alone piece. ***** Jane and Lucinda took the impending presentation to the Professional Women's Roundtable (PWR) very seriously. Soon, it was taking up...
She had a bed of her own, in a spacious lovely bedroom with drapes of gauze that fluttered like the softest wisps of clouds. She was alone in it, but by choice this time. No unkind chastity belt bit into her skin. Yet she had been wearied to the very bone and wanted only sleep. Her weeks of deprivation had culminated in the day's adventure. What had begun...
Warning! There are references to extramarital sex in this story! If this theme offends you, go elsewhere. A few comments are in order. I wrote Zebulon as an intentional affront to the Burn The Bitch trolls that have infested Literotica. If fiction describing extramarital sex so offends these people, they should not be coming to this site or at least the Lo...