Dale was just bending over to pull the laundry out of the dryer when his ass began to vibrate. The sensation caused him to jerk back upright. The vibrating butt plug, operated by remote, was his signal to go find his Mistress. It vibrated quite often throughout the day. His Mistress, Sam, a butch lesbian, had trained Dale to be a sissy slut, and her personal...
[All characters in this story are above 18 years of age.] INTRODUCTION The summer I was sent to Mountain Farm, I was in my late teens (19). A had for a couple of years already been soiling the sheets with my nightly juices almost every night and my attention to schoolwork and helping out at home had become more and more distracted by my growing and constan...
Up before the sun Kendra Neal put on her face. Makeup that is. Not that she needed much with her complexion, it was more to satisfy her own insecurity. She knew that she was beautiful, guys always looked when she ventured forth. Eyes that trailed her even in passing. Ego could easily overtake this woman, but she was faithful. Tony Desmond was her rock, her s...
I am not Italian, nor have I ever met a member of the mafia. My distinct apologies for any errors or misconceptions. -Introduction- A few months before my twentieth birthday, I sat with Marco Giovanni, the most notorious mafia boss in New York, on the couch in his room sipping soda. We talked for hours that night. Actually, he talked, and I listened. He to...
The car arrives promptly at 09.30 hours, as stated on the card she had opened when she rose that morning. Sara has her small handbag with her, a light coat, and nothing else. Dressed smartly in a blouse and knee length skirt she closes and locks the front door, making her way down the path on sensible 2 inch heels, sheer stockings swishing together as she ap...
The story continues... The night is sultry. The warm breeze that gently caresses the leaves in the trees is a welcome relief to you. It washes over your naked skin and helps to alleviate the slightly dull, but gradually increasing sharp pang in your knees. In addition... you smile wickedly to yourself... the breeze has another effect. A much more lustful ef...
This is my first time writing erotica, so please let me know what you think! If it's not too terrible I'll try to write more! My phone buzzed in my pocket as the professor droned on about the significance of John Soane's work within architectural history. I pulled my phone halfway from my pocket glancing at the screen to see a text message from Natalie. I p...
Intro This story follows Summer at the Beach House, one of the Loving Wives stories on Literotica. As an introduction. Jill house sits a beach house for her aunty and finds a new freedom and sexuality. Previous to this summer she has been a teacher. She reads at the beach, erotic material, and is infatuated with a story of a courtesan and the king. She r...
"Hello Blake." She stood statuesque in the doorway to the bedroom with one arm extended above her head, the other perched on her curved hip. I looked up from the magazine spread open on the counter attempting to take in the vision that was Wifey, all at once. I let my eyes drift from her pinned up blonde hair, to her heavily made up blue eyes, to her bright...
I would like to thank everyone who has voted and commented on our story. I want to emphasize that this story does not contain anyone under the age of 18. Jon is a high school senior and is 18 years old. I do reference his relationship with Denise as his babysitter, however there was never any sexual contact between them. We would like to thank everyone wh...