Later that night, after everyone was asleep, she slipped up the back stairs to his room and found him sleeping naked in his recliner. He did it a lot because it was comfortable on his aging body. Putting her hand on his shoulder, she whispered, “Come to bed with me, Daddy.” Opening his eyes, he
AUTHOR’S NOTE: I removed the first six parts of this series due to some fairly emotional negative feedback. Against my better judgment, I’ve decided to put them back in response to a lot of personal messages I’ve received. Once the first six are approved, I will continue the series until the end.If you haven’t read
Chapter Eleven”Hold still, Lindsay. I’m going to fuck you now.” He got into position and lined his erection up with her pussy. Bent over the bed in an obscene, unladylike position, Lindsay’s legs were widespread as she glanced back over her shoulder with a desperate, clouded haze in her eyes.”Yes, please! Yes, please fuck me
That summer, eighteen-year-old Jessica drove to the country to stay with her uncle and aunt, and her older cousin Stacy. They had a ranch with horses. Jessica was a frisky girl who loved riding. But the saddle horn always gave her a sore pussy… not the good kind of sore pussy.On the first day, Jessica
“How did I get to be the virgin sacrifice?” Margaret wondered, “and what do I do now?”Margaret thought over the events that had led to her being in this embarrassing, tantalising and, she had to admit, sexually stimulating position.It had started with the beach party. There were about a dozen of them there. They all
I could write this whole part just on the emotions that I went through in protective custody. It is similar to solitary confinement, but with books and supervised recreation time. It wasn’t easy getting the guards to let me in. I told them that I was afraid I was going to be raped. The problem
Thanks, PhilippinesMy story starts back in the early 80s when I was a young sailor stationed at Subic Bay Naval Station in the Philippines. Before that time I was strictly a ladies’ man. If she was pretty, big-breasted with long legs, I was all over her like butter on grits but that was until my
Photo Finish – The BeginningThis a part one of a two part story. Second part – Photo Finish – The End – coming soon.My career was flourishing. I landed one of the premier engagements – the Sports Illustrated swimsuit issue. It was hard work but so satisfying. There was not enough spare time to see
Chapter 3: Professor XXXI got up late the next morning. I texted Julie and we met up. First, we got breakfast together and then decided to spend the morning seeing the city.Harper texted us with the address and said to meet at 3PM. Julie and I made our way over.Harper greeted us at the door
Note to Readers: This is a related story to the Black Owned Couple. That story should be read first as a setting of the stage for this story. Other related stories are expected to join them.Sabrina Jones was married to Henry Jones, the mayor of the southern, formerly Confederate town of Appleville, Georgia. This town
Scarlet’s heaven had just turned into her hell. Her lover Alexia had just faded before her eyes, proving to be nothing more than an illusion and in her stead there was a bright red devilish woman. “My name is Lari, but you, dear Scarlet, will call me mistress.” Scarlet shook her head, she didn’t want
Peering out the peephole of my door, I could see you standing there upon the stoop. I noticed that you were nervous, for some reason, as you were nibbling on your lower lip, as is your habit to do so when you are nervous or uncertain. You stood with your back to me and slowly
CONFESSION OF A LONELY MOTHER : PART 2I would like to thank Literotica for publishing my story. My readers showered me with their overwhelming love. Thank you, lovely readers. For your encouragement. My first story has found a lot of takers. I am delighted. I hope that the part 2 for which you have been
I woke up to find the young woman wrapped in arms, still asleep, with her head nestled against my breast. I lay there gently stroking her hair and thinking about the weekend so far. Since my lover Emma and my husband had dropped me off on Friday, I had been brutally gang banged that evening
“What are you doing?” My eyebrow went up, not at Marissa’s question but after the tap at my (almost closed) bedroom door, she pushed it open, and then came in. They jumped up again as she closed it behind her. During all these weeks (Only nine but it felt like half a year or more
First night with Elisa, a 30 yr old divorced woman. To give a little context, Elisa was my next girlfriend after Sheryl (you can read about Sheryl on my earlier stories). Physically Elisa was somewhat a 180 from Sheryl, she was about the same height though, and as I would find out over our nearly
My name is Max. A few years ago I was driving from my home in southern Alabama heading to Daytona for “Bike Week”. I own a motorcycle repair shop so I always load up my work van with the usual parts and accessories that I know guys will want and head out. It’s always good
Consenting Shoulders (Pt 5 of Broken Shoulders)This story contains fictional characters engaging in sexual relationships or activities and are 18 years old or older. Please feel free to leave constructive feedback. All rights reserved.Please read Broken Shoulders (Pt1, 2, 3 & 4) before reading any further.Ben and I had just fucked, loudly and unbridled in
Karen tipped the water from the kettle into the teapot, thinking of a way to tell her mother the news. She didn’t want to be a virgin anymore, and she didn’t like men. She was a lesbian. She’d always known it, but was never brave enough to approach a woman about it, but now she
We each had a couple hard days at work over the next couple days. I took the afternoon off. I decided it was time for Candice to try out the new toys tonight and wanted some time to surreptitiously prepare things.I stopped by the local nasty little porn store and picked up a bondage video.