During the course of this story reference is made to a play written a few years ago by one Wm. Shakespeare Esq. In fact the perceptive reader will recognise some aspects of the storyline have been 'borrowed' from that work. I make no apology for that, for it might be said; 'if the wheel ain't broke, why build a new one.' I am not the first, and indeed will n...
"Forty-eight minutes!" Alice gasped as she burst through the kitchen door on Sunday morning and grabbed the watch that lay on the counter. She was merely a few feet ahead of me but those few feet were important. She turned to face me, panting, her face sweaty and pink with exertion. "I've never beaten you before!" she grinned broadly, leaning back against t...
The following is a work of fiction. All characters are figments of imagination. *** She always knew. Everyone knew. Ronald Pump was a scumbag, a horndog. A low-down, filthy, skirt-chasing weasel. She knew what she'd signed up for. She was to be the trophy wife. Smile. Look marvelous, be fabulous, maintain her perfect figure and impossibly high cheekbones...
Italics are in use for word emphasis and song titles. Three spaced dots . . . indicate the character's hesitation, reluctance, or a brain fart and can't think of the words. Three spaced dots at the end of a sentence indicates an unfinished or interrupted sentence. This is my first submission to Literotica. The seed of inspiration for this story came to me a...
Orlene was a woman who could probably best be described as a sexual deviant. At thirty-two she was six years older than me, but she had the body of a 21 year old and the most perverted mind you could imagine. She was a petit, olive skinned brunette with a small, round but perfectly shaped arse she had pert tits with succulent dark nipples and she always sm...
This is the ninth episode in a series entitled "Jackie and Artie". If you have not read the previous eight episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter. "Jackie and Artie" is a romantic story about a dominant hot wife and her submissive cuckold husband. While they have a deep and abiding love for each other they do lead an al...
Thank you for all the kind words 8). I got an anonymous comment on chapter 4 that said, men after practice reek. Believe me, I know...but I was watching this show on the Discovery Channel – yes I do more than write erotica – and it was on the science of lust. Apparently, us women love the smell of a man's sweat – if it's the right man. Smell your men ladies....
Listening to Imam Yousef Kader's sermon and hearing him condemn Western society for its many excesses, I nodded along with the rest of the brothers. At the Sal Al Din Mosque of West London, England, we were used to harsh sermons from preachers whose views often seem at odds with the times in which we live. Hearing them speak about the decadence of the societ...
Peter Johannson stood in the doorway between the bath and bedroom with only a towel wrapped about his trim waist. He had just stepped from the shower and drops of water glistened on his bronze skin and upon the too-short ends of his blonde hair that was regulation Corps. It might seem odd, but he smiled as he took in the sight before him. Curled up in the...
Please read parts 1 and 2 first otherwise the story may not make much sense. ***** 18 months later. Joan was holding onto the headboard as I was shagging her from behind on the bed in her granny annex. "Come in my cunt," she screamed as she reached orgasm. I came with a roar which seemed to fill the room. We cuddled up after we disentangled from each...