Laura dumped her bags unceremoniously on the bed, then collapsed face down into the pillow and screamed silently. Today had not gone well. She was twenty-four years old, and she was sick to death of writing papers, and lit reviews, and never doing anything that felt meaningful. Her novel was going nowhere, she had a demeaning job for anyone, even a grad stud...
The sun woke her up; shining onto her half-covered naked body. She was lying in her own bed, for once, she noted as she lay in her 400-thread Egyptian cotton sheets, enjoying the sun warming her full breasts. Waking up in the sunlight always put a smile on her face and today was no exception. She propped herself up to survey the scene; long lightly tanned l...
Note: The following is a silly little story I wrote in answer to a Story Ideas posting on the Literotica Bulletin Board. It's certainly not autobiographical like most of my work. I was just high and feeling whimsical so I wrote it at the request of member BlueFlame6178. I hope he enjoys it. ##### The chat rooms had become somewhat stale for him, and he had...
A few weeks passed without another encounter, even though my mind continuously fantasized about Jen's obvious obsession with masturbating while being watched. I couldn't help but wish that I could be there watching as others enjoyed her show. Several months earlier, we had received an invitation to attend a wedding in downtown Houston. The date had arrived,...
I came downstairs in a grumpy mood that day. Daddy had been busy the past week and I was feeling awfully neglected. I had chosen my own outfit even, a pink skirt and white blouse that fit me in all the right places. My underwear was lacy and sheer in hopes of minor seduction. Daddy was at the table when I entered, reading over documents while he sipped at hi...
Chapter 8 At the hotel everyone stared at the two couples as they went through the lobby and casino to the elevators. The women in their revealing outfits, their pussys and nipples hardly concealed awed everyone. And the men with their sexual arousal so obviously showing. It was a very sexy scene, even for Las Vegas. Call girls working the hotel envisio...
Some evening, after dark, when the time is right: Tell the Naughty Boy that you have had enough and that he is to prepare himself and the discipline room for you and then he is to wait for your return. Go to you room. He should make sure that he is clean and properly dressed. The discipline room should have candle light and soft new age music. Your seat...
Note: This is my first story so go easy on me. It does start out slow but those are the stories I seem to enjoy on here. I want to see what I can do with it so I will continue if there is any interest. I wish it were a true story. I only mentioned it as a joke. I didn't really think she would take me up on the offer. We had been chatting online and I had be...
Call me Plain Jane. My name's not Jane, but it'll do. I've been plain as long as I can remember. People don't look at me twice. I never got asked out, never went to a prom. I'm sure I was never the subject of some Teen Dream's erotic nocturnal fantasy. It's not as if I'm ugly; I'm not. I'm just kind of average looking. Oh yes, and shy. Painfully shy. Shynes...
Emma Kirby had enjoyed acting from her first steps on stage at her primary school. She played in all the Christmas shows, and had acted Mary in her local Cathedral, when her class was chosen to perform on Christmas Eve. But that was eight years ago, and now she was sixteen (nearly seventeen – as she said to her friends), and she was now at sixth form colleg...