"Hello?" Hello? Really? That's what she was going with - yelling out a greeting into an empty, obviously haunted house? Sometimes, Cara thought she was just too stupid to live - like those bimbos in horror movies. She clutched the baseball bat tighter as she rounded the corner onto the first floor landing, wishing she'd had the sense to leave a light on...
I can feel myself waking up to your breath on my neck and your hand softly tracing up and down my arm. I know what you want, but am still angry from our tiff the night before. It was a pointless and meaningless argument but I wasn’t quite ready to forgive and forget. “Not right now hunny,” I lie, “I have some things to do this morning before it gets too la...
I awoke at 11:30 this morning, a typical Saturday morning in the winter. It was too cold to do much outdoors in the way of my typical warm weather fun, so I didn't feel the slightest bit guilty for having slept in late. That coupled with the fact that I didn't get home last night until 3:15 am from Tori's apartment, and after last night, I definitely needed...
*note... this is a work of adult fiction. Any resemblance to characters living or dead is purely accidental & is a product of the author's vivid imagination* Kayla had had a hard day. Her boss was giving her a hard time; her ex-boyfriend was doing the same. All she wanted to do was to have people just leave her alone. After she got home, all she wanted to d...
[NOTE: You should read Pleasure Package (http://www.literotica.com/s/pleasure-package) before reading this story. Also note that this story contains mild reference to erotic asphyxiation.] --- My dress drops to the floor. I stand still; the cool breeze of the air conditioner tickles my nipples into erection. My breath catches as you run your hand down the...
Sophie admired herself in the mirror. Flowing red hair, jade green eyes, large thrusting tits... lovely. Lifting her skirt revealed her secret prize. A glistening pink pussy, fringed with curly red pubes. Sophie spread open her pretty pink folds. It truly is a cunt of quality. A cunt just waiting for Mr. Right. Thinking of Mr. Right always made her horny,...
SS39: "How To Tickle A Girl Insane" *** After two stories featuring husband-and-wife BDSMperors Mrs. Sandra Ariana Burton and Mr. Louis Oliver Burton at the forefront ("How To Break A Bad Rabbit" and "How To Wage A Wargasm"), I've brought them back for a third time—well, just Sandy this time (Lou had a similar previous engagement to keep this same even...
This is strange. For years I have had this fantasy and yet for some reason I can't put it into words. Whenever I would want to get off and couldn't quite get there I would start this fantasy and boom it worked every time. Yet when I think back I never thought of the details. It always started with some girl already in my grasp, normally tied up in my barn, j...
My Mom and Paul Those of you who have been reading my stories know that I have a fascination with my Mom and her sexuality. My Mom is a gorgeous Italian woman. She is very voluptuous with big breasts and nice hips. She has long curly dark hair like mine and hazel eyes. Her skin is the loveliest olive shade I have ever seen on a human being, though I may be...
Why did I think my so called marriage would work out? I had no right to feel that way. It was a business deal from the start, had I forgotten? I hadn't believed I would find what love was, much less let it invade my life like a conquering horde. God damn it, I had fallen so totally in love with Holly and then Marie, could I survive without them? I shook with...