Mouth agape, I stood in the doorway staring at the man who—until ten seconds previous-- had been my boyfriend. The TV in the bedroom continued to moan and grunt with the unpaused porn video and from where I was standing I could easily see that his dick was still in her ass. SHE was—until ten seconds ago-- my best friend and she had at least had the graciousn...
I woke the next day and found Jody gone. She left a note, on the counter, by the coffee pot and I picked it up reading, as I poured my first cup. "Scott, baby you were awesome last night! I'm not sure how to thank you but I'll figure out a way! I'll see you after work. Your Irish Rose!" I chuckled softly and walked into the living room. I spent a leisurely...
Dear Reader: I suppose most authors of Literotica stories get e-mails from people with a story they want told but feel uncomfortable telling it themselves. Usually the stories I get are mere fantasy, but on occasion I feel that perhaps the story is true. "Mona's Story" was one such example where, for a variety of reasons, I felt the writer was telling the tr...
Occasionally I will get a comment from someone who, "hates sluts". I like sluts; I don't mean women who give it up without discretion. I mean women who fuck with abandon--- wanton, fearless, teasing, nasty, dirty little girls. It's the old, "behind closed doors" concept. This is a story about a good girl who is this kind of slut, Jekyll and Hyde. She likes c...
The world is a lusty and ravenous whore. Her chewing us up and spitting us out can't be prevented. Nothing can keep her from sticking her fangs into the ripest of us and sucking us dry. She fattens us for her slaughter; enriches us, lets us drink heartily from her breast until we are so full enough of happiness and contentment, that, when she comes to finall...
Married life had become pretty routine after 15 years. The daily rut, even without having children was putting our relationship in jeopardy. My wife Sarah managed to stay fit and maintain her girlhood figure with regular visits to the Gym. She was at 36 still turning heads with her 36-26-36 figure and her long blond hair and green eyes. She was more than ho...
I carried the box of magazines into the house, poured myself a glass of wine and settled down to read. I read and sipped wine from five in the afternoon until eleven-thirty and when I climbed into bed I was so hot and horny that I did something that I hadn't done in ten years - I masturbated! I was so horny from reading those stories that my pussy was on fir...
Ch. 2 -- Sex with class When I got to the station, the limo driver had bad news. Sean wouldn't be in for a little while. He'd been delayed at the movie shoot, and was on his way by helicopter. Meanwhile, we headed for the estate of Sean's producer friend. It was huge, and beautiful, like something in Architectural Digest. The driver had the key and showed m...
This is a slow-paced story that, I hope, is both well-written and humorous, and which I trust will appeal equally to both men and women. As it says in the story: if you want to read a 'wham-bang-thank-you-Ma'am' kind of story, you may be better off looking for your 'fast fix' elsewhere. I would welcome comments (especially from any ladies) either in the publ...
My marriage to Cathy was comfortable; there were not a lot of demands placed on either of us, who needs that kind of drama anyway. The kids were grown and out the door. Life was pretty mellow. Our sex life reflected that - pretty vanilla, we had sex 2 to 3 times a month, standard fare. We kissed, we fondled, I went down on her until she came, we fucked, I ca...