Sarah lay there naked, still overwhelmed by the orgasm that had left her too sensitive to continue, clearly considering the consequences of admitting defeat on the bet. She glanced over at the cameras, still recording, and I could tell she was regretting adding the footage to the bet.Me? I was just sitting on the bed
This is a stroke story. It’s ridiculous and unrealistic. No one is worried about STDs, sizes are exaggerated, everyone is bi (or at least the women are) and people can fuck for hours without chafing. This chapter has decidedly sacrilegious content, so if you don’t like that, look elsewhere.—–“It’s time for you to learn how
This is the continuation of my story about my best friend and me on our road to discovery. It is a recollection of our early times pleasuring each other. I really loved her and fondly remember these experiences from some twenty plus years ago. I hope you enjoy this third chapter that has long been
Sarah grimaced as Uncle Joe patted her back, a little low for her comfort, “Hey, all grown up and going out into the world,” he winked. “Bet all them college boys will love ya!””Uh huh.” Yada yada yada. Rolling her eyes, Sarah grabbed empty bottles and swung around, walking back to the house with her
Chapter 1It was a beautiful fall day and Marcia was as usual urging her two boys, Aidan (10) and Mark (8), to hurry up so they wouldn’t be late for soccer practice. Her husband of nearly 12 years, Connor, had gone out early, since his best friend Art had phoned him the evening before to
The clock on the wall ticked too slowly. I was sure that it wound backwards each time I blinked, but my eyes went dry whenever I tried to catch it doing so. An odd thing to keep in a waiting room.It *was* a waiting room, I’m sure of it. I think it was, anyway. There
SaturdayI drove along the unfamiliar streets of the small town near Boston, following the directions she had sent me. I was early, since we had agreed to meet at nine and it was only seven-thirty, but I had a long drive and I didn’t want to be late.Passing by the address she had given me
Miguel arrived at Andrea’s house, a little nervous. This was to be their first date, though they’d been friends for most of their lives. They’d simply never realized that they liked each other more until recently. He had finally realized it a few days ago, when he got seriously aroused sitting with her and watching
Dormant Desires * Part 2 of 3It’s been well over a decade since I last took a shot of hard alcohol, and yet just looking at this tiny glass of clear liquid, I can already feel that horrible, involuntary shudder that is sure to come as soon as I swallow it. It’s obviously not an
A work experience:One of the most vivid memories is one when I was still going to college (about 21yrs old) and working full time at a computer company which produced satellite decoders. The company was broken down into two distinct departments, including separate buildings for each. I was the production manager which meant I oversaw
When they exchanged home addresses last month on-line, Lyndsey was quick to jot it down and hold it dearly with her other secret findings. She had always wanted to be able to surprise Mike. Though he was married, she felt adoration for him beyond any other. She was fond of his fathering to his small
This story is fifty years old. Places, characters, values and cultures try to reflect that period. This is basically a love story that turns erotic. The pace and the buildup are necessarily slow sometimes, in tune with that period. If you like a touch of innocence, the slow build up and the explosive erotic love
It was 1999 and I had left my home county of Kent in the south east of England, to go to Glasgow University a year before. I’d gone back home for a few weeks over the summer but Kent was even more boring now I was used to the bright lights and big city, not
We met through mutual friends. Dale was awkward and made the silliest dad jokes, but damnit if he didn’t make me laugh. When I learned he was a virgin, it lit up something in me I didn’t realize I cared about. He was in his late 30s like me but had never been with a
Your response to Grandpa’s Guide to Girls was so flattering that it motivated me to write this sequel. You voted your approval and made very kind comments about the story of Grandpa Frank helping young Ben woo his first girlfriend.You need to know why I placed this sequel in the “first time” category. Ben is
Ann was in such a good mood on the drive home. Her mother kept looking at the grin on her face and said, “Ann, what are you thinking about? You’ve had that grin on your face since we left the hotel.”Facing the sound of her mother’s voice Ann said, “Oh Mom, I’m just in a
Before I start into my story, I wanted to add a few disclaimers. This is my very first attempt at writing something on Literotica, so please, please go easy on me :PI’ve been a long time reader on here, but until recently I had never seriously considered writing anything myself. But after having by far
It started as a day like any other, unremarkable in every sense of the word. I got up, ate a bit, showered, packed my bag and headed into town for a yoga session. When I got there the only one there except me was the instructor, we exchanged a few pleasantries (something I’ve never felt
Everyone in this story is over the age of eighteen.I was cleaning the attic when I found an old photo album hidden among my wife’s college books. I really didn’t know much about that part of her life. It had been ten years since she had graduated. Mandy had always been vague whenever I broached
[Note to readers: This story starts out with some sexy stuff, but then I had to get busy with really boring things like character development, mood, plot, etc., before I could actually get you to the yellow sundress, and all of the sexual situations that it was involved in. It’s the first story I’ve written