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Not long ago, I was in a business training conference. Sabra, a very slim, mildly pretty brunette with a round face, big brown eyes behind big black glasses, was reclusive and shy. She showed an odd conflict of naive vs. longing that seemed out of place for a mid 30 years old woman. For some
Mark is open.He is spread-eagle on the landing, his wrists bound by silk ropes to the curling balusters of the staircase. Two dozen candles of every shape, size, length and breadth flicker in the dark. A sheen of sweat begins to dot his skin. Diagonal shadow lines criss-cross his torso like the bars of a
The party doesn’t really get going until a couple of hours later, when even more people arrive and someone breaks open a few bottles of champagne. Everywhere she looks, Francesca can see people chatting and smoking, drinking champagne and flirting. Exposed breasts, exposed pussies, erect penises protruding through half-open zips. People snogging while fondling each
WINTERLUDEJAMILA’Twas the day before winter break up in the Uni;I had plans for our Jill that would make her all swoony.I crashed her work party, and whisked her awayTo the brownstone on Spruce Street where she and Steve play.(I’d conspired with Anaïs, Jill’s Valkyrie boss,Who told me Jill’s absence wouldn’t cause undue loss.)She let us
Sudharani’s breasts had grown by now. They were full and heavy with a little sag to them made her very sexy. They drew the attention of every man around her now. Even her waist, hips and ass had filled up slightly.Overall, Queen Sudharani was now oozing sexuality. Men would kill to sleep with her even
Week 1: They tell you to be careful in what you wish for.As usual, I awoke with an erection. Or, more correctly, my attempt at an erection woke me; the feeling of my cock trying to grow, to stretch and swell was hampered by its confinement in a steel cage which was firmly anchored to
Sometimes fantasies do come true. Ex-in laws can become great friends! This story describes a first time for a couple of things, intercourse being the main one, and the discovery of a mother and daughter’s beginnings of physical love as well. If reading about incest bothers you, even though this just describes a beginning, then
Abbie had lived with her boyfriend Jake and his best friend Tom for just over a year, but it still felt weird whenever Jake went out of town. The three had grown up together, and Abbie and Jake had been together as long as anyone could remember, but Tom had always been Jake’s friend, not
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The room is spinning as I see Dan make a quick exit. Is she black mailing him too? How many men does she have under her thumb? I look back at Veronica in a speechless stupor. I feel relief, despair, anger, confusion and terror. Each one involuntarily popping up and falling back, only to be
“I cannot believe I am wed to him,” Gemma thought to herself. “He is more like my brother, he cannot be my husband.” Silently she cursed the marriage their parents had arranged upon her birth. She knew the contract by heart for she had read and reread it trying to find a way out. It
I was in my early 40s, divorced and living alone, when I got a call from a long-lost girlfriend, Amy. She said she was living outside of L.A. with her husband and an adopted child, a teenage girl named Amber, whom she called “a handful.” She just wanted to chat. She said she and her
At the small New England college where I was an English professor for many years, all of the professors were required to coach one extracurricular activity. The one I chose was Drama, since I loved the theatre, enjoyed directing plays, and found that I was pretty good at it. We generally did four plays a
***Trigger warning: This story could have been categorized under: incest / taboo; interracial; gay; crossdressing / transgender; non-consent / reluctance; erotic couplings; masturbation; first time; anal; romance; mind control; how to; or humor. Arguably it should have been categorized under “pathological liars / cheating spouses”, but Literotica has inexplicably omitted this important category.If any of
[It is Saturday again, Jean’s mum and her neighbour, Irene, have gone shopping. Jean knows they don’t always go shopping. (See Mum’s Day Out and A Hot Afternoon.) She also knows that her father is missing the intimacy of his wife, so Jean feels he deserves more affection and is ready to provide that attention
I am a golf nut. I absolutely love playing and I enjoy practicing almost as much as playing. A recent house move to another part of the state left my golf game in shambles. I didn’t know anyone locally and didn’t really want to play alone. After a while I heard about a local driving
I have had literally hundreds of fantasies in my lifetime and I am only in my twenties. Some of my fantasies are simple and to the point. Some are very detailed and would take hours of preparatory writing just so the reader would remotely understand the point. Most of my fantasies deal with the same
my Master is an alien shape shifter.W/we met at a BDSM party for singles held by a mutual acquaintance and Her slave, a professional photographer by trade. One of the “events” of the party was slave jenni taking pictures of people secured to a massive web of silver chains. i had never been bound to
Mrs Penelope Blackwell, known to her friends as ‘Penny Black’, divorced over a year previously, lay face down on the massage table, suitably modified, it allowed her breasts to dangle down over the bowls, strategically placed to capture her breastmilk.(The massage table was based on a design from her fellow lactator Elizabeth, built by her
MorganI walked down a long white hallway. Tension had built up in my body from the base of my spine to the tips of my toes. The border between excitement and nervousness had been entirely blurred.I knew I would find what I sought at the end of the hall, where a dark brown wooden door