The mate swapping night was enjoyed by all. The usually quiet Bob was outspoken over breakfast as he bubbled over how exciting it had been to fuck my wife –Isabel- while I assured him that his wife –Sal- was an outstanding bed partner. We spent the rest of the week at our regular jobs, planning for a weekend together. Isabel and Sal being partners in the ar...
The author invites you to first read the four earlier chapters of this story, "Phone Call from the Nude Beach" and "Phone Call from the Nude Beach Ch. 02, 03, and 04". If you don't read the earlier installments, a brief synopsis follows to catch you up. ***** Our naked beachgoer is in Miami, enjoying the weekend between the two weeks of her training class...
Jean-Yves could not stand receptions. He did not derive any pleasure from the small talk and the shallowness of exchanges, and he was put off by the artificial politeness that accompanied welcomes and introductions, the unspoken lines of taboos when it came to topics of politics, religion, and anything else covered under the umbrella of political correctness...
Mary and Janna spent the weekend together, enjoying just being with each other, the didn’t even leave their apartment, although they did finish putting everything in it right place, and of course they made time to make love to each other. Janna called the agency Monday at about 10:00 and talked with Gerald. He told her that Art Lipton had called and wanted...
"To Paint the Portrait of a Bird" This is a story about how Beth and Angie continue to evolve as their unique life journeys continue. Some disclaimers are in order: This story contains no incest—actually the proportion of sex to story is relatively small for a Literotica story. It's therefore not really an erotic story that's intended to turn you on (but...
Paris... ah Paris... he had been in love with the city since that magical day in April fifty five years before when he had stepped off the train at the Gare du Nord and walked out of the station into the bustle of the busy streets of the capital. He was a country born and had lived all his life on his father's farm and his mother had decided that now he was...
Several editors have worked on this story which was sitting in my file, but Demirath did the last and most extensive work. This is a long story broken into four short parts. The first and second parts could stand alone but they just felt so incomplete even for me. I apologize to all who were offended by my last story. Sometimes, I just go very dark. There i...
The following story involves members of the steampunk society. "Steampunk" is a sci-fi subculture that offers a romanticized view on technology. The combination of clean fuel, steam, electricity and mechanical wind-up devices appealed to people in world complicated with the problems connected with coal, oil and nuclear power. The term became popular duri...
This story was inspired by a song by OneRepublic. I hope you enjoy and I hope I did the song justice. As always, all comments appreciated. My name is Kurt Cline. You may not know me by name, but when I describe myself you'll think of someone you know that is just like me. I am an all or nothing kind of guy. Whatever I was into at the time was all I would...
I fell in love with my wife on a holiday in Italy. I was visiting Florence for a few days five years ago. It was high summer, blazing hot, and I was walking along the Arno towards the Ponte Veccio when I first saw her. She is a stunning Florentine beauty. Mocha-skinned in the summer, with flowing raven locks and musty dark eyes. She also had curves to die f...