Somewhere in the foggy recesses of my mind I heard the knock on the door. I didn’t want to get up, but the pounding wouldn’t stop. I opened one eye and looked at the clock. It was a little before two in the morning. “Who is it?” I yelled, knowing the answer before I heard it. There were only three people in the world that could be knocking on my door at tha...
There was something different going on here. I didn’t know what, but there was something about the look in Renee’s eyes. It’s like she was smiling deep down and trying to hide it. And okay, I get it, I’m a bit of a fucking loser. I think the fact I had everything handed to me growing up didn’t help. My parents are winners, no doubt about that. They each own...
22 year old Spalding Tyll walked home disconsolately, his knapsack hanging off his arm. It had now been 103 days since Mother had allowed him to masturbate, and it was hanging heavy on his young balls. Mother was mad at Spalding... She was going to punish him through humiliation by making him jerk off in front of the hottest cheerleader at Buttermilk Fall...
The enlightenment of Montana, through the pussy of an older woman, and the sexual spiritual trinity of fellatio, cunnilingus, and copulation. Are you seeking socially redeeming value? Montana would tell you it is here, in the simple account of his life. Critics will scoff. They will read every word, the good parts twice, or more, but still they scoff....
I guess I was around was eleven years old when I fell in love with Steve Perilli. Of course I didn't know about the birds and the bees back then, all I knew was that my older brother John's friend made me feel all funny inside whenever I saw him. I just wanted to sit on his lap and cuddle up to him. Steve was three years older than me, and usually fourteen y...
Sometimes, I have too much fun. Is that wrong? I don't think so. My name is Christine Joan Armand and I'm a six-foot-two, lean and muscular, short-haired and bronze-eyed, forty-something Black woman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. By day I am a real estate agent. I'm quite good at what I do. I'm the CEO of Armand & Dale Realtors, a fast-growin...
I still have not stopped my journey and my exploration. I still am just as keen on my younger men as in the first of part of my story. Suddenly, I was enjoying the best sex of my life. After those first experiences, I was a free and liberated woman. I still had not really answered the question of "what next". I'd had great sex on five occasions in about fo...
When I think about it I really am a little black whore who loves white guys and driving them over the top and then some... But they can drive me over the top, too. White men know how to appreciate a black girl, especially when they discover what a real little slut she can be (as I am). Us black girls have a reputation to keep up. You see, our men know h...
When I woke, it was morning. I was lying face down under the covers and began thrusting my hard cock against the mattress as the memories of the evening before came to mind. It was exciting all over again to reflect on Donna's choice of attire and her willingness to pleasure and be used by Master Black in my presence. I continued pressing my hard cock into t...
Here is my latest submission to Literotica. It's something entirely new for me - a ghost story of sorts. Let me know what you think! Thanks for reading. E ********** Don't ask me why I went, because I don't really know. I suppose it was just because a lot of my old friends were there. I hadn't really believed in any of that hocus-pocus garbage for a long...