This is what took place the next day after the night in which you can read in Cuban Strip Poker. Well, the day after our amazing night of strip poker and wonderful carnal sex slowly began with a beautiful sunrise. The four of us were sprawled in the king size bed and as I opened my eyes I had to wonder if that wild night had really happened. I turned my hea...
Early that afternoon, I decided to chill by the Encore Beach Club for a while, maybe even take a swim at the pool. I was in my black two-piece swimsuit with a jeweled triangle top and bikini bottom, I even wore a black hat to cover my hair from the sun. I even got a couple of compliments on my swimsuit by fellow guests and pool loungers. I then went to my ho...
Early on Sunday morning I was lying in bed, remembering the sexually blissful Saturday afternoon we had with lithe, little Leigh. When I woke up, the sun wasn't quite up yet. Billie was curled up like a sleeping cat; I was wrapped around her like a blanket. After Leigh had left we took a shower together and went to bed, nude as usual. I didn't have anything...
There was an awkward moment of profound silence after Peter closed the door. They smiled nervously at each other as Peter lifted a hand and softly stroked the side of Jennifer's face. With head down and hands clasped before her, she waited, feeling a sudden chill of apprehension. He voiced his innermost thoughts. "Right now, I feel like the luckiest man a...
Next Life was three blocks from the bus stop, between a dentist's office and a tanning salon. Consuelo considered again whether she should just turn around and go back home. But she steeled herself and went inside. The woman at the counter was chic and severe. A Mr Pippin came front to collect her. Pencil mustache, steel blue suit, silver shirt, matching sil...
Somehow, I made it to the bedroom last night. By the time Alem-Tsehay woke up for the first time, I was sufficiently recovered to take care of her, but my whole body was stiff and sore. And in the morning, it seems even worse. Chris' smile suggests he knows what I am going through, but he doesn't start about it. He is mean, though. After coffee, he suggests...
This story would not have been written if it hadn't been for my dear friend Jordan. It is dedicated to him in thanks for being the best friend I could ever have and a damn good role-player! ;). Love You Jordan! I'd also like to thank my friend Lance who helped with editing. --- As usual this story is solely my property and may not be reproduced or republi...
In hindsight, my divorce, combined with a new start in a new city, had probably left me somewhat emotionally vulnerable by the time I first met Lisa and her husband, Cameron. But whether or not that vulnerability was in some part responsible for the nature of our encounter, I'm not sure. In the end, I'm just glad it happened. It was a beautiful and exotic in...
Notes Hi! Here's the second installment of Field Trip Follies! Thanks, Literotica author Laurie, for the inspiration and spell-checking! The characters Lindsey Foster and her family were created by Laurie. Please go to Laurie's page and read her stories, "The Sun Felt Good On My Back" and "While Lindsey Is Away", for more stories about Lindsey and her famil...
The big difference between school and art college was the inclusion of “life drawing”. It was all very well painting plants and bowls of fruit, but was it really the best of ideas putting a group of 10, 18 and 19 year old boys in a room with a naked model? As the group of boys sat around the studio each had their easel set up, all facing a central platform...