I held my hand up at about eye level, parallel to the floor, just to verify it. Yep, I was so excited, I was actually shaking. I checked the time – again. Still 1:57. I had never seen time move so goddamn slowly in all my life. I looked at my checklist again, and ran through the game plan. I didn't want it to appear too rehearsed, but I also didn't want to f...
This is the continuing story of Pastor Sarah at her new church. She is in her third week at the new church and has uncovered some interesting sexual activities of the congregation that she is planning to use to her advantage and for her own sexual pleasure as she chooses. Readers new to Pastor Sarah should read “Pastor Sarah - New Church or Hell parts 1 and...
Chapter Six: The Seven Levels of Hell Monday was the most vile, loathsome day of my life – for no earthly reason other than having to be me. The first thing I had to come to grips with was who 'me' was that particular morning. 'Lance' had to put in an appearance at the office. Back to the old routine, go out there and make the big bucks. F Troop back to nor...
I woke up grumpy (with a headache, I might add) after dreaming about fucking and fucking and fucking a tall, wiry man as we were lying on a grassy median strip...in the middle of a four-lane highway. It was a great dream. Madonna was in it somewhere. The Dream-Man looked just like an older version of my beautifully blonde high-school sweetheart, only Dream...
There is so much fun to be had in the world of sex. Infinite combinations. Two bisexual men and one straight woman. Two bisexual women and two straight men. Two lesbians. Two gay men. Two bisexual women and one straight man. A Black man and a Black woman. A white woman and a Black man. An Asian woman and a Black man. A Black man and another Black man. A Blac...
Margaret stood inside the booth surrounded by a myriad of crafts while people around her milled about and perused her wares. She wore a long flower print cotton dress with a high neck line befitting her surroundings at the church fair. The conservative dress, despite the high neck line, did little to hide her huge f cup breasts and her dark areola were somew...
It wasn't my fault! Really! It was my husbands fault. I was just doing what I thought he wanted me to do. So here I am, on Literotica, telling you my story. I have to tell someone, and I know that can't be my husband. So here it is: Let's start at the beginning. My name is Marie. I am 28 years old and I have been married to Bill for the past 5 years. We cur...
Craig's heart thudded in his chest. His breathing fast almost matching his racing heart rate. He sat back in the family office chair and combed his hand through his dark brown hair. Taking a deep calming breath he leaned forward and continued reading. I know I miss you too baby! He's not leaving again until the week after next! That email was just posted...
Since my two editors didn't know who Petruchio was, I figured there would others similarly situated. He is the guy who marries Katherine in Shakespeare's The Taming Of The Shrew. He attempts to tame her by killing her with kindness. There is NO SEX in this story, which is part of their problem. I had not been married before, so never in my wildest imaginati...
Debbie and I had been on the road for nearly two hours since we left the hotel. The last hour had been spent seeing how turned on we could get one another, without actually making any physical contact. The secret of this little game, of course, is that everything I say or do to get her turned on has the reverse affect of turning me on, and vice versa. Moreov...