Continuing the night, and finding each other… Part 4 of the story, continued, from, well duh, parts 1, 2, and 3! I lay there quietly for some time, Jacky next to me, her breath competing with the volume from the tv that I was just now realizing was still playing. My breath came in pants
Day 3It was raining when I woke up the next morning. The rain tapped gently against the windows in my bedroom, wind shaking the trees in the backyard. It was one of those days where I wanted to curl up in bed and read, cozy and warm under the covers. But unfortunately at eighteen I
(I have taken the constructive criticism of some great people who took the time to comment. I took the time to thoroughly clean up my mistakes with this story. I appreciate your comments and help to make it a more enjoyable story. I hope that this is a much better edit.)Greg and Penny Stephens are
(This story is posted on the Literotica website. Do not repost anywhere else without the author’s consent. This one is a little bit different than my normal fare, as it’s not really a cheating themed story. This is a straight-up, classic, big-boobed Mom and studly son having hot, sweaty, naked sex type of story. If
My True Stories are told as accurately as my memory will permit. Nothing is embellished to make it a “better” story. The only intentional changes are privacy details * Note: This story details the actual progression, and events, Cindy went through as she pushed her own boundaries. Part-1 is mostly background detail. The erotic content
Step Sister Corruption Part 11—————————————Kel got to the foot of the bed and kneeled down. Summer kneeled down next to her and started her coaching, “Remember what I told you. Give equal attention to his equipment and don’t be afraid to play with his balls. Guys love that.”Kel nodded.I had to actually move down from
The nightmare started with the first batch of intra-office mail that fateful day. It was a drizzly Monday morning and I almost got into a head on collision with a tractor-trailer on my way to the office. As soon as I parked my car into the lot and got out, I stepped right into a
If you have not read the other parts, I recommend that you read them first as it provides the back story.Time went on. Sarah and I married a year later and I moved into her house with Steven and we rented the other house to our babysitter, Jennifer. She ended up going to college at
Sorry it took so long guys! Part 6 of the series is finally here. I recommend to read chapters 1-5All described persons are of legal age. Marc – ProtagonistJennifer – Marc’s wife, QueenKiran – Slave No.1, Bartender, SomelierSienna – Personal trainerMegan – waitressChristine – Cook, Megan’s Mom Sissel – IT/Tech girl “Sissel”, I said, “this
“YOUR GOING TO HAVE TO WORK!” Coach Key shouted at us as we continued our suicides. The floor getting soaked with everything from sweat to tears. I knew that I couldn’t take this for much longer. My legs aching as I ran up and down the basketball court. It was insanity. No coach in history
Things are finally settling down. I have a new house out in the wilderness where my girls can frolick naked as long as they want, much to my enjoyment. Part 3:”Momo! Momo!”Sonja and I were wandering around the property, calling out her name. It was getting dark and she still hadn’t come, and every minute
Thank you to those who read stories.I’ve had experiences, fantasies, and thoughts that I felt like sharing and I hope you enjoy the writings.Some stories are completely true, some are fictional, and some are a combination of fact with some fiction (to enhance the story).I may tell you if it’s a true story or sometimes
Maxine laid back and closed her eyes, and concentrated on the steady, rhythmic sensation of the tongue flicking on her clitoris.It felt good, but it didn’t seem to be going anywhere, building to anything. It was at a plateau. She couldn’t help but be equally aware of how the pillow was above her head, not
SandyRachel was relaxing at my dinner table with her customary after-dinner hot tea. I was sitting across from her, with some of the iced variety.”So, how’s your sex life, Dad?”I was used to direct questions from my precocious daughter, so I didn’t skip a beat. I replied without blinking:”Oh, about what you’d expect.””Taking things in
Again I want to thank MaaddMaaxx for helping me with the editing and story line. I seriously do not know what I would do without you! You rock and I love working with you! Without your amazing skills I would have shown just how bad I slaughter the English language!Also just a note to the
This is a true story. I am a male who is the object of female dominanceI am a single male, and have been without a partner for some time. About a year after covid I found an exclusive group that caters to sexual frustration within legal limits.This is an explanation of what happened early onMy
Amazon Self Publish Reject. A Continuation of Nancy Douglass Erotic Novels It wasn’t until the West Coast was finally called and Samuel’s competition finished his concession speech that the president pushed Scarlett off his lap and stopped his constant molestation of the teen. By that time he was good and drunk, having made Colleen fetch
Sandra was walking home after having a heated argument with her boyfriend. He had cheated on her and dumped her because she wouldn’t have sex with him. She wanted her first time to be special so he had found a girl who was more willing to play ball. To make matters worse, she had thrown
This situation has only eventuated in recent years. I had often told my man I fantazised about having a third man to sexually pleasure and be pleasured, though I lacked the initiative to make it happen. And of course his fantasy was another woman. I am Sarah, of French descent, bilingual, fluent in both French
A/N – Taken far too long to get here, but this is the sixth and last chapter, wrapping up everything hopefully in a nice little bow.There is quite a bit of same-sex female relationships in what follows as I wanted to do something different regarding a couple of the characters.Editing and proofreading by OhDave1. My