A week had gone by since my encounter with Steve and it was all I could think of. The problem I was having now, was that the image of him laying on my couch, naked, stroking his big cock was fading from my memory. I needed a way to preserve that image for future reference, because our relationship wasn't the kind that I could ask him to show me when ever I w...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thanks to all my readers for the comments, Feedback, and the votes. This is Book 1 of a series of 3 Books about Ashleigh Townsend and her friends. I hope you enjoy them all. Book 1, Chapter 1 Friday morning, 5 am. Ashleigh was just waking up. A strange sound suddenly made her listen more intently. At first she wasn't sure what it was, then s...
I thought about Susan's "story" all day. While we were making love, I thought she was just telling a story – something we like to do, and take turns building the most erotic scenarios for each other. But her comment about going over to Allyson's made me wonder. I'd left for the office without waking her, although I was tempted to bring her coffee just so I c...
*Ding* He rang the bell on the counter inside the faux-wood paneled motel lobby. Faded tourism brochures were messily stuffed into a wall rack, and the smell of day-old complimentary coffee hung in the air. "Hello?" asked Ivan, dropping his backpack and equipment case. "Hold on, hold on," croaked an old woman as she hobbled out from the office, the look o...
I set my drink on the nightstand carefully and opened up my drawer of toys. I skimmed through the options: Bullet vibe? No, batteries were probably almost dead from how much I'd used it recently. The little clit stimulator? No, not tonight. My hand stopped, almost without my direction, on my black dildo. It was my largest, at 10". The kind of thing you buy f...
Fucking Jesus! I’m sorry. I don’t normally swear, and I’m not... Well, not considering what just happened... Never in my life could I have imagined... Oh, what the hell! Again, I’m sorry. I’m sure this is just confusing. I’m a bit confused myself. I suppose it would help if I’d at least finish a sentence. I guess maybe that would help me tell what happened....
My month of research in Lexington flew by. Paul and I fucked almost everyday while I was there. It had been the most sex I had ever had. I filmed a lot of it and made sure my husband Steve got a text as soon as we were finished. To my huge surprise, he was gobbling up my new video content like it was candy. Each time I would text him a video of Paul ravaging...
Kathy and I had been married about a year, and if truth be told it was a marriage built on sex, not love. We never really talked about the past, preferring to explore and discover each other through sex. Either one could have had dozens of partners in the past but neither one of us knew or cared. One thing I did know about her was she was bisexual. She had...
The following chapter is the final installment for "Heavy Traffic". I truly appreciate everyone's support and patience as I submitted chapter after chapter. I learned several valuable lessons about the story submission process on Literotica along the way. I'm not sure if I will go with the chapter-by-chapter submissions in the future or revert back to postin...
In "Loving Rita," I and Rita, my 58 years old neighbor on Lake Lausanne became lovers. In Ch. 2, Maria and Brian became lovers. In this story, Lucy, Rita’s friend is loved by young Joey, and Rita and I love each other. I thank readers Sam and Sporty for suggestions. Hope you enjoy this story; please don't forget to vote. Thanks. Andru. Chapter 3: Lucky Joey...