The Greybeards had graciously let Lydia lay our bedrolls out in the room off to the right of the front entrance, and even provided some partitioning screens for our feminine privacy. Just the same, I wanted to be sure that our "activities" would not violate these monks' sanctity, so I asked Arngeir about it. He assured me that the Greybeards were an order o...
This is the last installment of my little tale. Please read Chapters 1 and 2 first. ***** I woke to the smell of coffee and bacon, the sound of the wind, and curiosity about what the day would bring. I found a t-shirt and a pair of sweat pants and made my way from the bedroom, across the hall to the bathroom. I caught a glimpse of Donna busy cooking. After...
It's been my habit to write stories for Literotica under the pen name of Wylite and I have covered a few different subjects. In my "Bedroom Surprise" stories I took on the mantle of Felicity a cock sucking crossdresser who had been coerced into crossdressing by his sister and the young lodger. I hoped I might get a few comments and maybe some feedback via em...
Amy felt the buzz on her hip. She put down the steak, leaned on her shopping cart and pulled her cell phone from its belt clip. She curled a loose lock of hair around her ear as she glanced at the small phone. Text from Him. Her heart skipped a beat and she flipped it open quickly. HIM: A, new toys arrived. Come over at 9. Amy smiled broadly and hit the re...
This is not a sequel to "Summer Camping". It is inspired by the memory of the same girl but otherwise is entirely fictional. Alas, we never hiked. Given that it is not a sequel, I made no effort to compare "Summer Camping" with this story for any continuity errors. All characters are over 18. Thanks to LarryInSeattle. ============= Your mouth tasted o...
Randy opened the door to see who was brave enough to be out in a blizzard on a Friday night. Whoever it was pushed on past him and came into the bunkhouse, stomping the snow off their boots. Wrapped up in a parka, a scarf wrapped tight around their face, it looked like a woman, tall and slender. She took off her gloves (after setting down her oversized bag)...
One spring day as I was walking to work, I felt a sudden and severe itch around my anus. Happens to everybody, right? But this was bad. Even on the crowded sidewalk of St. Catherine Street in Montreal, I found it hard to resist the urge to shove my hand down the back of my pantyhose and scratch my asshole. But I was a lady, a grown-up, somebody with self-con...
"Hello, I'm supposed to be meeting a Mr. James here." The receptionist looked up from her desk and glared at Zil, seriously not smiling. "I believe you'll find him in his suite, on the first floor. The River Suite." She snapped, returning to her bookwork without giving so much as a second glance or a welcoming smile. Zil walked slowly, almost hesitantly...
Brenda woke up the next morning with a desperate thought. “Why did I do that?” her mind screamed at her as she got out of the bed, “I didn’t even bring a freaking toothbrush.” Her mind was focused on what happened, her unprecedented screw-up. “Wait until marriage,” Brenda’s mother had hammered into Brenda’s head, “Boy’s won’t respect you if you just hand i...
Drinking and driving laws what they are, we have learned to host parties with the intent that guests remain overnight in our rather rural setting. With the kids grown and out on their own, our four-bedroom home can now accommodate quite a few overnight guests without problem. So it was that my husband invited a half dozen of his friends over for an all-night...