She looked around the bar and spotted her friends. Not being the bashful type, they were seated around the bar, harassing the bar tender. He'd known them since they were earning barely enough for food, let alone drinks. Two years later, they were all doing better and he now loved their tipping habits. It was probably why he always reserved seats for the bunc...
Twilla has been the secretary in our IT Department for the past year and a half. She reports to Doug, who is the manaager of our group. Twilla is a hot piece of ass. No one is quite sure of her nationality, but it is clear she has some Asian mixed in her. She's about 5'7" tall with beautiful legs, a tight ass and small tits. Every guy in the place stares whe...
"My brother called me a faggot," Anna said to me over the phone. Her voice echoed in the empty receiver and it sounded like a ghost. "Before that, I used to have sex dreams. I would lay on my bed and think about being held down. I wanted a man to use me. To enslave me. I thought about him calling me a faggot and making me weep when he shoved his oversized c...
I'm quite shy and I've never had a boy friend. While studying hard at University I'm becoming more and more aware of my body changing and of how I'm developing into a woman. I could always get away without wearing a bra as my breasts were not at all big. I've always had a flat chest but did have large thick nipples. As my friends bodies went through pubert...
I created this story at the request of a Literotica member. It's about a woman who loses interest in her husband and finds pleasure cheating. If you are sensitive about your size or have insecurities about your ability to please a woman, don't read this. If you are a woman who fantasizes about being with another man or a husband who fantasizes about his wife...
Belinda had always been one of those girls at the school who could tighten my trousers whenever she was near, so I was pleased to see that she was in my literature class that fall. I don't know if it was pheremones or the sight of her body, but I never tired of imagining her as my lusty little nymph. If she only knew what lewd, shameful things she did with m...
It was the Sunday morning after the Friday when I had fucked one of my fiancée's flatmates; I had got up at 7 and left my fiancée sleeping. It was now 9 and I'd spent the last couple of hours thinking about what happened on Friday and what Vicky then told me yesterday morning and now I desperately needed someone to talk to. So I went and knocked on my fiancé...
Now it was 7:30. I'd had my shower, dried and got my hair under control, put on a nice pair of jeans, a simple shirt, buttons down the front, put on some sandals, no socks. And I was ready, but still believing that this had to some kind of joke the girls were going to play with me, just one of their teasing games, but on the other hand, they'd never really...
It was during my first summer holiday since I'd gone to university when it happened. I had gone into town one Saturday afternoon to get some CDs, when I saw walking down the street towards me my French teacher from school. Generally I didn't really like meeting my old teachers, it was always a bit odd being treated normally by people who had been authority f...
Harry and Selena had been best friends for as long as they could remember. They had met in middle school and had been attached at the hip ever since. They were now in their freshman year at college (of course attending the same university) and they were as close as ever. Harry was a frat boy, but he always hung out with Selena, whose idea of fun was eating...