"You look…nice…" Beth softly complimented, brushing her full lips against Gwen's cheek. "Thank you sweetie…" She returned, glowing from the simple, heartfelt statement. Gwen's cock stirred from the closeness, Beth's light perfume and immaculate femininity. The two friends chatted incessantly within the luxurious confines of Gwen's BMW...
For those who have missed the inner voices, they're back, with an explanation. It will all make sense as you read on. The next chapter may take a week or so. I'm also writing on Buster's story and a few other stories. As always, please comment and I hope you enjoy this installment. "News Journal and Reporters Fined $15,000,000 for Fallacious Journalism!...
“Happy birthday to me.” Samantha Baxter sighs at her reflection in the ladies’ room mirror. It is Halloween, and her birthday, but she is stuck at work at the museum chaperoning a bunch of middle aged men gathering to play Dungeon & Dragons; thrilling. Not that she minds old style pen & paper role playing games; in fact it is one of her favorite hob...
CHAPTER 3: REFECTORY Georgie Suxcock has a name to live up to -- and a personal trainer all her own to help her practice! Dirk Shattler is one of the Fun Farm's assessors, working hard (quite literally) to ensure that the Farm's guests and patrons are fully satisfied. The door slid back, and I walked out -- a little unsteady in my high heels. Dirk wolf...
I went into mourning, I guess. There was some second-guessing involved, too. In the end, I couldn't see that I had done anything wrong - or that things would have turned out differently if I had acted otherwise. There was no question that I would miss Jen. But I was honest enough with myself to wonder which I would miss more: Jen, or the incredible sex....
In loving memory of Sharon * ~ A Flaming Rose ~ He heard it hit the floor, the tiny set screw that slipped from his fingers. It ricocheted off his shirt and jeans on its bumpy course, but gave no hint as to its final resting place. Jon cursed to himself, slowly backing away from his workbench, hoping against all odds the screw would be right at his feet....
I am conducting a series of interviews with authors on Literotica. This is the fifth in the series, with the author Goldeniangel . I have reached out to a variety of authors, some of who have been on the site for a while, others who are newer, but all write stories that I admire. I hope you enjoy the series; please feel free to send me your feedback, includi...
I woke to the sound of my cell phone vibrating in the other room. I had no idea how long I'd been asleep there on the bathroom floor. It was still daylight but I felt colder. Jumping up from the floor and running into my bedroom to reach the phone before it stopped ringing, I caught a glimpse of my ruined face in the mirror which was still stained with strea...
I want to thank Wayne & Whordinarygirl for helping edit this piece. I hope that you enjoy reading it. As usual, please feel free to comment and vote on the story or write to me via email using the contact on my profile. *-*-* Walking out into the parking lot, I wiped the sweat off my face as I headed to the car. Though it was spring time, the temperatu...
The early morning sun breaks through the parted pink drapes of your bedroom and casts warm rays of light across your toned belly. You yawn, stretch, and smile at the warmth of the day. It's going to be a good one. You clamber out of bed and peek at yourself in the mirror. Your fashionable lopsided blond bob is fashionably lopsided and mussed up from the pill...