"Jesus fuck, my tendon is going to snap!" Steve yells, slamming the weights onto the mat. Catherine's ear twitches, and she crosses her arms as her foot taps against the concrete floor. "Are you serious? Oh, for crying out loud, Steve. That was only two sets." Steve bends at the waist, and brings his hand to his knees. He pants, and sweat drips from his b...
As the taxi passes landmarks such as Pudding Lane, the scene of the Great Fire of London, Jess explains that the hotel is in the city's financial district; pricey during the week but discounted rates over the weekend. I mean to ask her how long she's going to be around for, things progressing between us and all, but my liquor clouded, dehydrated brain soon f...
Wisps of smoke, rising from the burning wick of a candle, fill her nose with the smell of lavender and vanilla, as they swirl around her in the inky blackness of her room. The flame glittering on every part of her skin that wasn't covered by the skimpy black silk of her lace nightgown as it hung from her shoulders: she wore nothing beneath. Her soft brown ha...
A perfectly innocent dinner conversation. The more innocent I keep it, the more your mind is racing as it peruses all of our chat transcripts... all the stories I sent you, the times I told about how often I fantasizing about handcuffing you and having my way with you, having you completely at my mercy. I'm trying not to stare at your cleavage because the i...
He stood silently by the bed, surveying his handiwork. Her bottom lip caught in her teeth as she turned her head towards an imaginary sound, view blocked by the velvet cloth that blindfolded her. Splayed across the coverlet, her wrists were bound tightly in leather cuffs that drew her arms to the side of the bed, placing her head facing where he currently st...
Hello. During the summer, my wife and I go to a farm where we can lay out nude. The place is about an hour and a half from where we live. There are at most a dozen other people, not including the owner and his wife. It's not a swinger's club, if you're thinking that, but it is rather laid back. If you ask my wife why she likes to sunbathe nude, she'll inn...
Early morning. I rolled over to check the clock and threw my arm over my pillow. That is not my pillow, that is a person. Slowly the memories of last night began to come back. I was the designated driver but Tim, Tim got wasted. Beyond wasted. He began to annoy people. A better way to put that would be to say that he pissed everybody off so much people we...
Sara had just graduated her country high school and was now earnestly looking for a job. Her parents had arranged for her to move closer to job opportunities and board with an older couple- acquaintances of theirs. She got settled in there and worked really hard over the next 2 weeks putting her name down at stores, factories and offices, she was bright and...
Unlike my other submission (Yolanda Goes To Jiffy Lube), there's no build up here. It is an immediate "peek into the window," so to speak. She is 34, and he is 33. The aductor mangus muscle (mentioned later) is the bit of muscle that is right next to the groin. If you part your legs while nude, you'll see it connecting the hip area to the lower area of y...
*Please note. This is my first time submitting to Literotica. This is the first of series involving Admiral Griffon and Lady Wolfstone. * Declan slammed her against the brocaded wall, the shadows heavy around them. Behind the wall the sounds of the orchestra's strings could be vaguely heard, the dun of laughter and gaiety floating up the staircase, into the...