A series of tales that are not in any particular order. *** My wife and I were anchored in a remote cove on one of the large man-made lakes in the midlands of South Carolina. She had just completed reading the stories I had posted on Literotica and had an amused smile on her face. She was lovely. Her long graying brown hair was pulled back in a ponytail,...
Trying on Thrift Store Clothes Pt-19 As for this topic I could write another book. Here are a few off the top of my head. Daytona Shops We live on the Gulf side of central Florida but used to spend a lot of time in the Daytona area, including north and south of there. My wife loves clothing bargains and l enjoy her buying sexy outfits. This includes biki...
I'm just playing around and I'm not sure if any of you will like this story. It's a play within a play within a story. Maybe too convoluted? * * * * * I'm a fashion photographer. No, my name isn't Andre or Carlo or Stefan or Antonio or some other artsy European name. It probably would have helped in this business if it was, but my name does have a ring tha...
This is a true story that happened within the last two years to my wife and me. My wife, Carla, is a very beautiful, sexy woman in her early forties. She is 5 foot 7, with long legs, a narrow waist, flawless skin, and firm breasts with large brown areolas. Carla dresses very provocatively in short skirts and sheer blouses. She occasionally goes without pan...
Katherine arrived at the address shortly after dark had settled on suburbia. The building was not well-kept, weeds had overtaken the small parking lot, challenged only by the scattered trash. It had been painted several different colors in its life, each apparently more garish than the preceding one. It had never been much more than it was now – a lingerie m...
I graduated in the middle of my high school and college classes. I am the guy who sat in the middle of the room that everyone never saw. I didn't play sports, go to the homecoming dances or prom and the few girls that I dated were for pizza and a movie at best. The pretty girls ignored me or made fun of me behind my back. The slutty girls were interested and...
Thanks to all of the great comments on the previous story. Because of all of the requests, I've decided to continue the story. If you aren't into wife sharing, please don't read any farther. * The days and weeks following our encounter with Dirk were very memorable. We kept recapping the story with each other, especially during our lovemaking. Dirk had...
Near the area where we were living was a very wide, and most of the time very dry river bed. It was a great place to take pictures, with so many different backgrounds, like nice sand, driftwood trees and so forth. We took off on a weekday to go shoot some nudes of Ilene, figuring there would be no one around the place we wanted to use. Boy, were we ever wro...
Strung up as she was, firmly attached to the harnesses on the rack, arms and legs wide apart, Angela pleaded, "Please, Tim, not The Lettered Jacket, please?" Tim ignored her pleas and cries, instead slapping hard her already raw butt. Angela screamed, interspersing in between her repeated pleas. Tim slapped her hard again and then her small breasts. "Modeli...
"I thank Heaven that I found a husband who respects my religion and accepts me with all of my flaws, this man loves all of me, including my damn awful farts," Mariam Sarmadi-Diallo said, as she sat in the Women's Circle. Surrounded by her fellow practitioners of the Bahá'í Faith, the raven-haired young Persian woman spoke without fear or shame. Her statement...