Donna Gionese was a privileged girl; the only child of Mario Gionese, a powerful crime lord whose business acumen had amassed a sizeable fortune. Looking as stunning as a fashion model with long, fawn hair coupled with piercing doe-like gray eyes, Donna had rarely given a thought about her father's business which employed heavy handed tactics and brutality t...
THE TRUTH SPILLS OUT Our attic was a mess. We had box upon box of junk that didn't need to be kept in the first place stacked willy-nilly into the rafters. I sweated like a pig in the July heat and mentally bitched at myself and Jill for letting it get this bad. Though Jill was an absolute peach, she had hoarding tendencies where memorabilia and financial r...
"Hi Bob! Welcome to Make Me A Futa," said Ann, guiding me to the contestant's chair. The audience could just be seen beyond the glare of the studio lights and the array of cameras. Certainly their rustling and murmuring and laughter could be heard. And as if it wasn't terrifying enough being centre stage for the first time in my life, I was dressed like a gi...
Chapter I: My Nagging Dream Trust me, the only thing worse than not owning a Harley Davidson? Is when all your friends do. But, allow me to clarify. I'm not talking about hard core biker types by any stretch. I'm referring to the pressed shirt and tie types. You know? The ones who seriously don't look like they belong on one? The ones who maybe, occasionall...
This is the second story in the Falling in Love with Savannah series. Enjoy! ***** I think I'm starting to fall in love with Savannah. I know it seems odd to say, especially since I'm married. But there is something about Savannah that just makes me feel like a better person (again, this seems odd since I'm sort of cheating on my wife, but it's true. FYI.....
There have been more than a handful of times in my marriage when my wife Tara has squirted. Each time that has happened she has sprayed the bottom part of my chin and soaked the sheets (this gives meaning to the words, the wet spot). It's really more of a severe gushing as opposed to a full on squirting. When it has happened, I was never fortunate enough for...
The walk through the woods was longer than expected and, by the time Mark and Sandy got back to the small car park, dusk was turning to darkness. As Sandy was about to get into the car she turned and looked across the car park to the only other car there. It was parked in the far corner, partially hidden by trees. "Mark, are those men... wanking?" she whis...
This is a true story that has developed over the past 3 years. It is about our experiences with swinging and how it introduced us to open marriage, bi, and inter-racial sex. The party continues. "Ready for some more, sugar-pie?" Anthony said. "Hell yeah!" Suzy turned over on got on her hands and knees presenting her sexy bottom to Anthony. "Get you coco...
I had been best friends with Mark all of my life. So when he asked me to house sit for him it was a no brainer. He would be out of town for two weeks on vacation with his family and wanted me to stay at his house, feed the fish, keep his pool clean, keep his two dogs fed, mow his yard... basically live in his house and keep it up for the time that they were...
A/N Thank you for being patient with me... sometimes I don't think this story is the best choice for literotica, but thanks for reading it anyways. ***** JAAN Later In Jaan's wildest dreams he had never once imagined it would end the way it did, but now he sat staring out the window in his spartan kitchen wondering how he had managed to fuck it up so ba...