(A tribute to slow, loving sex) You emerge first from the bubbles of our bathwater and the water cascades down your body. Little rivulets of water glisten in the candlelight. I marvel at the sight of your swaying breasts...the curve of your ass...your golden skin. You smile at me and toss your hair as you wrap it in a towel, then grab another towel and dry...
It was just another Saturday afternoon for us. We had hot but quick sex when we woke up and after we showered we were lounging in the living room watching whatever on the tube. We had a nice buzz going from our gin and tonics and some nice pot. Jane was all touchie feelie horney and I loved it. All she had on was a clingy cotton shift that barley covered h...
A story by wendi marie st.clair She was looking at girl's blouses the first time He saw her. Of course, most of the world wouldn't have seen her as a "she" at the moment, but wearing her flare-leg, hip-hugging jeans that were obviously from the junior miss department and the androgynous purple t-shirt that showed that she shaved her body, she looked like a...
This story depicts all people over the age of 18 and is meant to be a fun artistic foray, please treat it as such. Constructive comments are welcome. ***** The Toyota Camry tires squealed as Rich pulled into the driveway of his good friend Andy. Rich always liked going over to Andy's house because they had a great time together, and his sister had to be on...
I sure hope you are enjoying the sex adventures of Stan. If you haven't read the first 3 parts please do so. That way you will know how he got in this condition and what's happened so far. Please leave me a comment. That's what gets my creative juices flowing and gives me the impetus to keep writing. My next service call was at the biggest hospital in town....
"No thanks, I'm done. It's my first night back," I told the bartender when he asked if I wanted another. Two drinks were enough, all I wanted was to get out of this hell and get back to my motel. It was karaoke night at this little joint in Burbank and the woman I was with wanted to dance. First of all, I hate to dance because I'm no good at it. Second of al...
Last month I found my husband’s diary. I know that those things seem a little old fashion in today’s e-mail and internet society, but that is one of the things that I’ve always loved about Andy. He is an old fashion guy. At least that’s what I thought until I read his diary. Then I realized how depraved he was, even more shocking, how depraved he wanted me t...
Thanks are due to '3113', who, despite a heavy workload, offered thoughtful, intelligent advice and comments. Bless you, thirteen, whoever you really are. * Literotica specializes in erotic stories. OK, we all know that. So obviously, sexual union and communication is high on the theme list, and one of the things people often do when they communicate sexua...
It's an odd topic, I know, because there isn't any difference between sex with a type I diabetic and anyone not afflicted with the disease. However, there may be complications that arise later, decades down the road, symptomatic of type I diabetes. This little paper will chronicle one of those complications that my wife, S_______, and I have experienced rela...
Vanna and I talked every day for the next couple of weeks. I really liked her. She was so excited and frightened the morning she could take the pregnancy test. Her mom was with her again. She waited for me to get off work and the three of us had dinner scheduled at her apartment. Everyone promised to have a good time whatever the results. I so hoped I would...