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Saturday...
We both woke early that morning and lay talking about the day ahead. Where we were on holiday, it was a religious day and public holiday. Most places were closed and it was a day of family celebration. So we decided that today would be a peaceful, relaxing day for us....
She stood at the edge of the bed, towering above me in black lace and leather, long dark hair tumbling over her shoulders, eyeliner sharp enough to cut. Her heavy, stompy boots hit the floor with delicious weight, her lips curved in that wicked smile that told me I was exactly where she wanted me, on my knees....
read in fullIt might have been stupid to invite Danny over for dinner that weekend. Joseph was a foolish man, though. His stomach roiled every time he saw Danny. He needed to put whatever was between them to rest. He hadn't even been able to touch his wife without guilt wracking him and driving him to the bathroom to hide. Carrie was starting to notice, but she hadn't yet caught on to what was happening....
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This is Part 3 of my "Haunted Cards" series, sorry for the delay as I am quite busy these days and cannot write as much.
Part 1: A Game with Mom
Part 2: A Game with Family
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Two days after the four players had finished playing the cursed game, Michael was back at his chores. His face showed signs of tiredness after an intense night of relieving his mother's unrelenting sexual appetites. After the game had ordered him and his cousin Ethan to provide for their opponen...
Evil Queen, Pain Slut, or Switch?
Formalities first: As will become immediately obvious, no participants in this story are under the age of 18. In fact, we are both more than double that.
If strong impact play offends you, then (a) why are you reading a story about pain sluts in BDSM?, and (b) please go enjoy any of the other fine stories here on Literotica....
The Night She Chose
Margaret stood in front of the mirror, her fingers smoothing the soft fabric of her dress. It clung to her in all the right places, accentuating curves she'd never flaunted. The hem grazed her mid-thigh, shorter than anything she would have worn a year ago. But things had changed, and so had she....
Huh? Wait ur horny?
Wait, but we're walking around in the mall tho
*sigh* Alright, I guess we'll have to settle it then...
Come follow me.. I'm going to go into that changing room, after like 3 minutes just follow me and I'll be waiting for you there, okay?
(1 minute later, I'm all naked)...
Claudia sat up early, feeling the weight of the day settle on her even before she moved. Without thinking, she grabbed a simple pair of jeans and a black T-shirt she found neatly folded in the wardrobe. She dressed quickly, her movements mechanical, as if the clothes were the only thing she could control....
read in fullAll characters in my stories are aged 18 and over and whilst there may sometimes be conversations that involve people casting their minds back to when they were younger, active sex is NOT a feature of those past times. In the UK, the legal age of consent is 16 but any sexually active characters in my stories are aged 18 and over....
read in fullRachel From the Edge Pt. 02
by G. Lawrence
Chaos follows the sudden death of a billionaire
This novel is constructed on different levels. Most importantly, the experiences of individual characters. This will turn out to be a love story, just not the kind readers usually expect. But the story also examines media, fame, wealth, scandal, and complicating concepts. I find them necessary. And don't expect this novel to go in a predictable direction. We shall soon learn that nothing with Rachel is ever p...
Full package. Full surprise. She's a shemale
Summary:
Twenty-one and aching from stress, Joson books his first-ever massage at a quiet little studio in town. But when he chooses "The Full Package," he's not prepared for Miranda--gorgeous, sensual, and unlike any woman he's ever known.
The story:...
The weather was perfect as the sky started to turn crimson as the sun was slowly starting to rise on the horizon. Lisa was up before this, starting on a sturdy breakfast for her daughter and Seth. She was still both excited and scared for her daughter. Seth had saved them, but he was a man, and what would happen if he realized he was travelling with a young woman. She had no way of knowing that Seth was the last man in the world to rape or manhandle a woman. His own daughter would be the same age as Natalie...
read in fullAlone in the silent semi-darkness. Wrists secured. A rapidly cooling pile of his new mistress's shit covering his face. The unbelievable stench working his nostrils into a quivering, twitching wreck. He experimented with flexing his shoulders lightly but the box was secured firmly to the floor. No way out. No escape....
read in fullI had just gotten back to the beach cottage. I was barefoot, still in my two-piece bathing suit with my short swim wrap neatly tied around me. I was standing facing the counter chopping up carrots for our dinner salad. I heard the screen door creak open, glanced over my shoulder to see my handsome, 18-year-old, almost a man, our only son, Alex wearing only his swim trunks and flip-flops. He's close to six feet tall, broad shoulders, his tanned, muscular, hairless, swimmer body, glistened from sweat and sunt...
read in fullChapter One: The Spark
Las Vegas pulsed with light and sound. From the moment Carol and I stepped off the plane, we could feel the city's strange gravity pulling us in. It was our first real vacation in over a while, and we had chosen Vegas on a whim. Nothing made sense here, and that was the point. I had always heard "What goes on in Vegas stays in Vegas." Its an adult playground and we knew it....
The history of our vault society has perpetuated through 54 stages. The historical time is written thus: 54:453:12. Each number is in seximal, it corresponds to . A sleep is the amount of time of one sleep cycle, a period is the amount of time of one menstrual cycle, and a stage is 1000 periods. There are 50 sleeps in a period. At the last day of every period, the championship competitions are held for each sport, with concerts and displays from each art, and then teams and groups are re-shuffled. We know w...
read in fullChapter 57: When He Wrote Me From Spain
"It wasn't a plea. It wasn't nostalgia. It was a letter of gratitudeβfrom a man who once knelt at my feet, now standing on foreign soil with a full heart." β Mistress Staci
The envelope was cream-colored. Thick paper. Foreign stamp.
No return address, but I knew the handwriting instantly....
Dearest Elaine;
Do you remember a dinner party Highgate? It would have been April1995. This was before the heat of summer, before our game with the window and the imagined telescope. The flat still felt freshish, a new stage full of promise. We decided to throw a proper dinner party, a rare burst of adulting. Tim was there, of course, and we had Martin over, along with two friends from the law firm where you'd briefly temped and I was miserably employed: Deborah and Janet....
Saturday 7:45. The alarm goes off, I can hear the rain pounding on the windows. Do I want to go out and run in this? Not really, but I know I will because for some weird reason I quite enjoy running in the rain. I make myself a coffee and get myself ready, making sure I take something to change into post run....
read in fullThe Story So Far...
In the first volume, The Bored Housewives Club, the lives of five mothers - Beth Brookes, Annie Stewart, Tilda Ellis, Maria McNish, and Vicky Peterson - were disrupted by the arrival in the Village of the beautiful Isobel Carrington and her pulchritudinous niece, Olivia Hendry. Isobel, a relative of Beth's mother, Maggie, began to exert a subtle influence over all five, causing a dormant sexuality to awaken in the women. At first, they were provoked only to live out long-dormant fanta...
This is a work of fiction. This story involves a college freshman coed losing her virginity to her boss, so if disturbs you, then you should stop reading now. Any similarity to real names or real people is purely coincidental. Constructive comments are always welcome, but please read the whole story to the end before you comment....
read in fullJ'avais 36 ans et je suis sur une application pour les hommes. Je vois un beau mec qui de plus il pratique le BDSM, je lui demande par Γ©crit si on peux faire une sΓ©ance que c'est la premier fois pour moi.
Il me répond oui et on se donne rendez vous le mercredi d'après pour 18h.
Je lui demande le lieu de rendez-vous il me donne l'adresse d'un hΓ΄tel Γ Bruxelles, Il me dit aussi qu! il me donnera le numΓ©ros de chambre le matin mΓͺme de mon arrivΓ©e....
Viv 01
Well, I never fit the mold to be known as Vic from the very beginning anyways, so I switched one letter, so what?
Anyways, I'm between 20 and 21 and I'm a 2nd year architecture design student at the local community college with a 2+2 scholarship program with the university because I'm inspiring architect designer and I'm happy to report that I passed my first year with flying colors. (Giggles) and I'm half happy to report that my 1st year design project hangs in the classroom to this day, mm-hm...
Chapter Ten
Vespa only just managed to crawl back to her cage on the end of her lead afterwards. James handed her over to Darren then stood by her side stroking her bare flesh idly for a while.
"I have started her training, Darren, and she was fairly obedient. I think she will make an excellent little puppy dog for me so I want you to reinforce her toilet training if I am not here. Take her outside only to relieve herself. Okay?"...
Women Over 50 are Wicked Whores, #2
Many women over fifty, including your moms, are whores.
Author's Note:
Attention please. This is a public service announcement especially geared to men ages from twenty-five-years-old to thirty-five-years-old. Why those ages? Those are the ages that most fifty-year-old women want, prefer, lust over, and finger and masturbate themselves while taking a bath, and imagining having sex with much younger men....
"You can take a seat anywhere, Mr. Rosen," the receptionist told me, sweeping her hand across the smartly appointed lobby.
Everything looked fresh and modern. No stodgy wood panels on the walls, no drapes on the windows, no carpet on the floor; it was all glass and tile and meticulously fabricated metalwork. I don't go into the city often, so I'm not accustomed to this kind of upscale, urban minimalist aesthetic. I kept my mouth shut and just nodded, afraid that anything I might say would reveal me as a ...
Things We Shouldn't Want
Morning crawled into Room 918 like it didn't want to disturb us.
The sheets were kicked to the corners again. A single glass sat on the nightstand, half-full with warm rosΓ©. Jeanine was still asleep, her back to the window, her thigh draped across Betty's hip like a bracket holding them together....
March, 2019.
I was walking toward the door of Haven Cafe, to close up, when one of my favorite customers walked in. A gray day suddenly got a whole lot brighter.
"Hi, Kelsey! I was just about to lock up. Haven't had a customer in half an hour. Just for you, I'll make one more drink, my treat. Vanilla latte and scone as usual?"...
Location: Deep Space
Unregistered Combat Frigate: Briar Rose
Crew: Forty-eight (Estimate only)
Status: Wanted in connection with multiple system-wide acts of terror, including piracy, attacks on unarmed vessels, and theft of IFC property
Current Bounty: 8,000,000 units
Captain Seraph Reed rested back in her chair aboard the bridge of the Briar Rose, her eyes fixed on the holographic map displayed before her. Her ship was drifting silently through the darkness of space, the only sound being th...
Peter's eyes were wide open.
His wife was just coming out of the bathroom, slowly closing the door behind her.
"Gosh, Laura," he said, almost breathless, "you look beautiful."
She did not say anything. She paused for a minute in front of him, sticking out her chest so that her tits appeared to be struggling to come loose from the black bikini top....