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It was a dark and stormy night. Twenty year old Ashley sat on her couch, watching the rain and lightning through her window. She was curled up on the seat, cuddling a pillow, and occasionally jumped at loud thunder, or bright lightning. When it was calmer, she enjoyed the storm, but held the pillow because
“More coffee, sir?”He looked up at the girl standing next to him, jug in hand, lips slightly parted. He nodded slowly. “Please.”He watched as she leant forwards, the neckline of her shirt-dress falling forwards to reveal a glimpse of white cotton bra. His eyes raked up towards her face, the full lips, the freckles across
Working slaves Part 1 – slave girl saraPart 1 of a trilogy of stories I see in my mind.It was common practice in most countries of the world that were strong believers in practising the art of BDSM, to recoup some of the money they outlaid on a sex slave, by the various ways available
Simon’s Point Of View.I woke with a pair of well spanked ass cheeks and a delightfully sore cock. When my head drifted up off the pillow in a conscious state I saw Mom was awake. She smiled lovingly at me and looked every bit my future wife. I felt elated by my good fortune and
Orin watched them bring her in, her gate strong and angular as if she were use to flying rather than walking. She wore a fitted garment of every shade of blue imaginable from the darkest night to the brightest sky. It flared at her hips falling to the floor in a peacock type fashion. Orin
I’ve never been to a sex shop; I never understood what I could get from it, but my curiosity grew once a new sex shop appeared in my town.It didn’t fit with the rest of the town, and I never saw anyone coming in or out of it. Unfortunately, my town is so prude that
As the gentle rays of the morning sun filter through the curtains, they caress Leah’s soft skin, casting a warm glow upon her peaceful face. A contented smile graces her lips as she slowly awakens from her slumber, feeling the anticipation of a new day. She looks over to find Chaim already gone for the
Dear readers, apparently free speech is not free and aging copyrighted characters can cause problems at Literotica. So, to protect the innocent the names have changed. Please be sure that if you recognize some parts of this story as something you might have heard before on TV or in the funny pages, this recognition is
All characters are at least 18 years old.Robert sat with Jackie on the floor of her bedroom, and for the hundredth time let his eyes wander over her; over the jeans which hugged her hips tightly, the pleasant swell of her breasts under the pink t-shirt, and the wavy, dark blond hair which fell about
Author’s Notes:This series is about the continuing adventures of John and Robin.The chronological order of the stories is:Double Trouble — Chapter 1 — 7Back Home for the Holidays — Part 1 & 2Robin’s Wedding — Chapter 1 — 12********Special thanks to my editor, Todger65.********Chapter 7John’s Wild WeddingOctober 14, 12:52 AM* * * John Parker *
He smiled to himself as he heard her whimpers and saw the frustration pass over her face. Reaching up pulling on the chain again as he leaned into her, keeping his lips just the right distance from hers. Her perfume invaded his nostrils and he could not stand it anymore, he pulled her to him
Laela awoke to the fulness of a cock in her cunt. It was not yet dawn and the room was dark, but she felt the warmth of her brother’s breath on her face as he mounted her.”Missed me?” Lord Jace whispered. He’d had plenty to drink, the wine on his breath almost made her gag.He’d
Notes:1) Most locations are real. Characters and events are all fictional.2) ‘Joan’ and ‘Beth’ are the same person. When referring to events in the past, I will generally use her original name, Joan. Talking to her or about in the present, I will use Beth. Both names refer to the same individual, but will alter
Buse’s Diary 04Thanks for Kenji Sato editing and grammar.When I woke up with an alarm on Friday morning I sat up in my bed the new rising sun was illuminating the room. Another sleepless night had ended. I turned my head and looked at my younger brother who was sleeping naked on my bed. It
Chapter 1: RessusatationI was bored. So bored. I was on holiday with my family in Lanzarote and the dinnertime conversation was far from stimulating. As my parents were blabbing on about mortgage rates, taxes and who knows what else I was staring off into space, alone with my thoughts. It was late, the sun had
Stan rubbed himself while he watched his mom undress. “Go slow,” he asked when it seemed she was just shucking her clothing. He lay back on his bed, not trying to hide the fact that he was stimulating himself, was already rock hard.”You still get turned on by this wrinkly old body?” She gave him
British English spelling and grammar.***Keep mum about it”Most freshers spend their first year on campus, getting used to uni life.” said Mick.”I’d prefer to be in the city. I don’t have much money and I need a part-time job.” explained Alex.”Yeah, I did the same in my first year. You can make your share of
It had been ages since I visited my friend, Marie, who lives in the capital. It wasn’t that far away, only a 30-minute train ride, but we were both always too busy with work. After going back and forth to find a date that worked for both of us (and not finding one), I decided
Lexi the LA Slut – Chapter 2My first week in LA went well. I had landed a reasonable place to stay and found a cash paying job. I ended the week with more money than I started with, which was a huge plus. But it was because I was working most of the time or
Everyone is 18+ in the this story of love and lust.Rick And Linda: Garden Oaks Art Club. Book 1.My art teacher in high school, my 18th year in 1970, Miss Ann Parks, picked her best and brightest to take eight of us to the Coliseum to see a band in concert. She was a sister-in-law