When I was 20 years old, I was just... well, an average 20-year-old girl. I was neither particularly pretty nor particularly ugly, not very tall and quite skinny. I hadn't had many boyfriends up to then and very little sexual experience for my age, and I hadn't even enjoyed what I'd tried. I considered it just an exercise, something you had to do because you...
It was a Monday. I know because I was happy to be bombarded with a barrage of meaningless questions to help me forget another weekend without a tingle. For months my sex drive had been on-again off-again, but that last weekend I tried to jump start her. Marcellus was understanding as always but I could tell that we needed to catch up on some physical adven...
-Kori- I haven't been home in nearly a decade. Pre-med at Harvard and then med school at John Hopkins has consumed my life. All of this time after I tested out in high school, I haven't been home this entire time. Ten years since I've been home. Heartbreak is really what drove me away, I'm not going to lie. I loved Will, before I really even understood wh...
Day three at Hedonism -- the adults only all inclusive that would become infamous for adult behavior and debauchery but hadn't yet when we booked the trip -- and we were really getting into the whole attitude of the place. We woke up with pounding hangovers and yet still managed to have energetic sex after downing a few aspirin. The combo of the analgesic an...
Note to the Reader: I always get grief when I post a story with no sex in it, so this is fair warning: There is no raw sex in this story. It's a sexually-oriented romance about the consequences of swinging. * * * * * I had not seen Aaron Lerner in five years. Six years, once I stopped to think about it. I was at the Home Depot at Milestone Center, looking...
One thing about Mr. Gupta, he knew how to throw a launch party Joel thought as he entered Za Za's, one of the best restaurants in the Denver Tech Center. He knew his wine, always selected the best for these dinners and matched them expertly to the food, then paid for a shuttle bus back to you home because you would be feeling it at the end of the party. It...
Chapter Seven: The Sheik Ella sat quietly in the corner, nervously rolling her drink around the inside of her glass. She'd stumbled across the Oxford Street wine bar on her way to the restaurant and decided to give herself the opportunity to gather her thoughts over a martini. Except that she was now on her third. The second had just been for a little mo...
Club Inzest 11: Her Family's Call Girl by Micaela Reynolds as told to BrettJ © 2009 We just welcomed a new member to our club the other day, she seems very upbeat and pleasant. She's a "professional" girl and while we don't allow members to ply their trade in the Club -- we don't want any problems -- I fail to see what business it is of the Government's...
This will be one of my first posts to Lit. Be gentle. Please remember to comment and vote. If you want a response, please log in or leave an email address for me to respond to. Enjoy the read - I dare you! -Wynter ***** I feel like all great stories begin this way and yet there isn't another way to begin... It started with a dare. The dare was ann...
I posted a story about Shari a while back. Some felt I shouldn't have included the negative comments I made. Maybe you're right, but it was very cathartic for me to write that story and there was a lot I didn't say! :) For those who are interested, I dated this chick, Shari, a while back. The relationship didn't end up well, but this story is about some of t...