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All the characters in this story are 18 plus. This series is just an art of fiction and is pure imagination. It is just written for entertainment purposes. I hope you guys will enjoy it. This story contains BDSM content which may include rough sex, harsh language, humiliation, and some violating scene.Let me introduce you
They met at his house on Saturday afternoon. It was a rather large property outside the city. Not one of the magnificent villas you sometimes find in areas, where only the ridiculously rich could afford to live, but impressive, nonetheless. The property was a lot larger than the house itself, so you could only see
16 Toy Shop FunAt lunch I went through the album of photo’s the two pairs of girls had made from their morning of exploring the town. We all came to the same conclusion that spending our way through our two million frank budget was suddenly looking less ridiculous than we had all originally thought. The
I’ve been using posts I stumble across online as inspiration, and this one was based on a short about introducing a new House Rule while the Dom has his cock in his sub’s mouth, while she is looking up into his eyes, to ensure her undivided attention. This is what that brought to mind:”Come here
Where do I even begin with my mother? Most people in their early fifties showed signs of getting older — wrinkles and gray hair. But not my mother. This woman simply did not age. She was like a timeless beauty who seemed to have found the fountain of youth. Her face was smooth and radiant
Thank you so much for reading my story, I hope that you enjoy it. Love Mica xxx Yorkshire, EnglandI went to stay with dad for a few days. He had suffered a bit of a cold, although to hear him tell, he was on his last legs, the Grim Reaper was circling.”Dad, you’re not even
*****All events and characters are entirely fictional.**********All characters are eighteen years of age or older.**********This is not a short story, it is intended as the first part of a longer novella.*****Summer BreakChapter 1:Zack watched all the familiar houses slowly pass by the car as he coasted through his old neighborhood. Almost home, he thought. Zack
The room was dark but just enough light was filtering through the blinds to reveal a sight that immediately caused blood to fill Macho’s cock. Carlos had Maria on top of him. His legs between hers and his hands gripping both her ass cheeks and pulling her down hard on his cock at the bottom
As the morning sun shone through the window of our tent, I was roused from my sleep. I had slept the night before flat on my stomach, lying wrapped in blankets on the hard ground. I wasn’t in my usual sleeping bag because Amber and I brought a visitor with us on this camping trip.
Joe pushed through the rotating glass doors and into the main reception area for the Illinois State Department of Medicine and sighed in relief as the cool air washed over her after the muggy, hundred degree heat of a Midwestern summer. The air was almost to cool for the tank top, athletic shorts and flip
The sun shining through the small dorm window had Brad rubbing his eyes far sooner than he would have liked. He had forgotten to close the curtains before he jumped into bed earlier the night before, and now it was too late, he was awake. He raised his right arm above his head until he
“All right,” Lucy had said to Kevin, “then we’ll have to love each other a whole lifetime in the next two weeks. We can’t waste a second of the time we have together. It’s not as if we’re going to lose each other, not if we take all that we can, while we can.”No more
Such is the nature of a memory, that it shifts even as you look at it. Hence this story is full of tense issues, queries about whether things happened in that moment, that way. Sometimes the sentences are moments in themselves, with loose anchors to the timeline. Often the tenses jump, somehow some memories are
Mom’s Slut CollarBy PhynnemanI got off work at the quick change oil place, washed my hands, and made sure my uniform was not oily or overly dirty. I didn’t want to mess up the seats in my car, so I got in my car and headed home.As I got to the front door of my
Author’s Notes: As is usual to state on Literotica, in case it is not clear enough from the story itself, all characters participating in sexual acts occurring in this story are at least 18 years of age.***Bliss spread throughout the body. I saw that my sister had tears in the corners of her eyes, and
At breakfast it was only myself, mom and Jess, dad had to go out early to pick a friend up from the airport so would be gone most of the day.”Any plans today?” asked mom.”I don’t.” said Jess.”I have to get my books out.” I replied.”Well with it raining at least you are not missing
The WinePanda told me to bring some red wine today.I wasn’t quite sure want to make of it, as is normal during these surreptitious Telegram conversations. I was also told that there would be a new lady. I put the two and two together that the red wine was going to help put the new
But I must backtrack my story a bit. I am only writing about my sexual encounters in this diary but obviously there was a lot of other stuff going on. School for one thing. We were all good students and did well in our classes and that takes time. But also obviously I have not
QUESTION: So, you are Maggie — the author of many sex stories on Literotica?MAGGIE: Guilty as charged. Ha!QUESTION: Your stories portray a shy girl who grew up in Kansas and later became a world traveler and sexually loose and free. Are your stories autobiographical?MAGGIE: Yes, much of the material in my stories is autobiographical.. I
This story is dedicated to all the Polly’s I’ve known and wish I’d known.–The late afternoon sunlight still shone on the treetops as we began climbing the wooden stairs of the old forestry service fire tower. When we got above the nearby pines and oaks, the horizon opened up around us. It was one of