Nathaniel was a reasonably good athlete in high school. He played soccer and ran track. He was too small to progress very far but was satisfied that he was in good shape and had given his all to his events. Having played some sports, his body was toned and more of a lean build. He was 5'-8" tall and weighed around 150 pounds. His real talent was with compute...
I would like to thank Georgia Alice for helping me find the title to this story. ------------------- Jennifer's life was a mess. From a perspective it was not so obvious until her divorce, but she could sense the cracks appearing for months. Now, five weeks after the divorce had finally been completed, things had not improved and "things" were not supposed...
After Nathaniel and Annette progressed to the point of having oral sex and then trying a medium size dildo, he knew that his fate was sealed as far as being able to bring his wife to a satisfying orgasm. She was a little nervous to try the dildo the second time Nathaniel got it out. She now knew also that her husband could not bring her to orgasm with his co...
AUTHOR'S NOTE This story is entirely fiction. The category is group sex, but could just as well have been Exhibitionist & Voyeur. All depicted persons having sex are at least 18 years or over. Please note that the term 'girl' does not define the person being under age, but merely indicates her being a woman up to her mid-twenties. Enjoy your Literotica! --...
I'm writing and releasing this in shorter chunks in an effort to keep them coming out more frequently. However, it means that they don't stand alone, so you really want to read/vaguely remember the first five parts to get here. Megan dithered as to whether to watch the video of her caning before or after dinner, before or after talking to Sarah, before or a...
This is the last instalment in the 'London, 2020' series. Thank you for reading. +++ "So, Callie. Did you look in my wallet?" Shit. I consider a few answers. Yes. No. What wallet, Kris? In the meantime his gaze steadily holds mine, as second after second ticks by. He's not afraid of the silence, but I can match him for that. Another second. And another....
Diana Van Buren grew up in Grosse Pointe Farms, MI, an upscale community, being an affluent suburb of Detroit. Her lifelong self-esteem was hindered by having two sisters, two years and four years respectively older, who were astonishingly good looking females, seemingly from birth. In addition to her sisters, her mother was a stunning beauty, who had won...
Author's Note: A modern affection some people have adopted in everyday conversations is to use "air quotes" rather than saying "and I quote". This is typically done with both hands held shoulder-width apart and at the eye or shoulders level of the speaker, with the index and middle fingers on each hand flexing at the beginning and end of the phrase being qu...
(This story is part of Amorous Goods, A Lit Anthology Series.) Prologue: A lifelong collector of goods and objects from far and wide has passed and left the entire collection and the business built around them to the only remaining relative, a niece on a career path of her own. Vikki has taken on the task of administering the estate and liquidating the bus...
Introduction Up to now, all my stories have been fact-based from my earlier life. This is my first attempt at pure imagination. All characters (or websites) are fictional, any similarity to real persons, living or not, are purely co-incidental. ***** Gerry was bored. Bored with his job, bored with his succession of girlfriends, even bored with his compute...