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In my last memoir I mentioned my mania for sexy/beautiful clothes. I am a stone cold exhibitionist. I realize that a lot of women don’t like to be scoped out in the clothing stores or maybe they’re flattered but it only becomes a story to tell their husband.I, on the other hand, found their reconnaissance
The two boys were the only ones left at the nightclub celebrating Zack’s eighteenth birthday. They had not drunk as much as the others but were not totally sober. Zack had managed to get two dances with a very pretty girl but she had now disappeared. The commotion that started on the dance floor stopped
I was 18 years old when it happened. My first handjob. I was an A student and pretty much kept to myself. I had a few friends. But mostly all we did together was hang out and play video games.This did not exactly bring in the girls. I had made a few aborted attempts to
Characters: Alex, LizzieTags:Creampie, femdom, bondage, teasing, edging, post-orgasm torture, switchI stared at the partially-completed document on my computer. Last edit – 6 minutes ago it read, almost taunting me. I liked working from home, but it was difficult to stay concentrated. Plus, my new boss could not stop emailing me tasks long after my workday
(Author’s note: If you haven’t read the previous chapters of “Frank & Cheryl” you might want to, just to know the background on this couple and how they arrived at this point in their building relationship.Physical descriptions: Frank is a divorced 35 year old, 5′-11″ tall, 185 pounds and fit; brown crew cut hair, clean
This story immediately follows on from episode 6. You could still probably enjoy this one without reading its prequel, though.Mrs Castlewick slumped back in the chair. Diana slumped to the floor, sweat beading on her forehead, her hands sticky with the juices from her headmistress’s pussy.”Thank you, Miss Mapleton,” she said after a moment. “That
On Friday morning Erin woke up feeling like a new person. It was a beautiful spring day and she decided to wear a short, sleeveless, turquoise blue dress with buttons up the front. In the past she had felt it was too racy for school and only appropriate for summers at the beach, but things
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
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
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
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
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
Chapter I: Old FriendsIn our lifetime we have all met and associated with people with all sorts of habits, some of which we could easily classify as quite strange, others are uninteresting and basically just more mundane. But in actuality regardless what characterization they may fall into most are really little more than a fetish