Much like the way Emma got Amanda warmed up, something similar took place at Tina’s place one day.
Now Tina had been my lover off and on for a while now, often she’d ring me when she would be feeling horny and retell in part the scenario we’d played out in her backyard, letting Tracey catch us at it…this would be enough to get Tina to the point of no return in minutes. She really was a hot blooded woman with a short path to orgasm….
Anyway, on one of our many midday to afternoon frolicks Tina is not her usual self. She’s still hot to trot, but just acting a little off. When I asked her what was wrong she became very evasive, but to be fair she did eventually spill the beans. Read the rest of this entry »
“This is just the beginning of a series – it takes a bit to develop but there is a lot of sex! If you read the whole story, please provide feedback. Comments are motivate authors to write more. Thanks so much. Enjoy. C883″
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The young man looked at his mapquest printout again, certain that he was lost or that the directions were simply wrong. He peered out the window of his Jeep Cherokee and finally saw the small sign, ‘Devanna Estates’ posted on an oak tree, with an arrow that pointed down a narrow, windy road. Impatient by nature, he was thankful he didn’t have to double-back a third time. This was the final apartment complex he was looking at today. He couldn’t help but notice the lushness of the plant life and serenity of the ponds that seemed to get larger as he drove down the road. The apartment communities he’d seen were bunched on top of each other, but this one was set back from the main road and much more private. The young man thought it almost seemed like the community didn’t want to be noticed from the outside world. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but he somehow felt he was being sucked into the property. Read the rest of this entry »
“NOTE: There’s something about writing for Literotica which brings out things of my life of which I’d never talk face to face with another human being. I mean my mom knew vaguely about my affair with my former boss, Mr. Little. My girlfriend and I spoke about some of our sexual desires and those of our partners. But my stories can be more graphic and reveal more details than any embarrassing conversation with friends or family.
It’s also a turn-on for me to see my stories on-line and receive feedback. One recent reader and I exchanged correspondence and he inquired whether I had ever give head to my lover while driving. I hadn’t, but it immediately got my juices flowing. Read the rest of this entry »
To my way of thinking, there is no better way to wake up in the morning than to feel the dawn light gently caressing your face. It was the sunlight streaming in through the sheer curtains at my window that woke me and my mind was still in a haze as I stretched… and came in contact with someone else. Instantly I was wide-awake.
“Good morning,” Bryan said. “I was wondering when you were going to wake up.”
“Bryan?”
“Were you expecting someone else?”
“Hell, I wasn’t even expecting you.” Read the rest of this entry »
Darlene”s husband had political connections. Under pressure from the mums he had arranged for the State Governor and his wife to be Guests of honour at a Gala Ball and to open the new Scout den.
The Governor”s wife, who was widely recognised as the boss in their partnership, loved ballroom dancing especially waltzing.
The Boy Scout Mothers asked me to make special arrangements for their husbands to attend ballroom dancing lessons.
Classes were held every evening. We joined a group that had started a few days previously. Most of the wives attended the dancing classes. Most men claimed they were busy. Read the rest of this entry »
Mum had been out of sorts for a couple of weeks, but this morning she was up bright and early. I heard her singing in the kitchen as she prepared breakfast. “What”s made you so happy?” I asked.
“Jackie and Darlene are taking me shopping; I”m buying some new clothes for the house party at the Goldberg”s.” “They said its time I had a make over.”
“Speaking of the Goldberg”s, you had better get over and see her. She has been complaining that you have done nothing, with the first house party only days away.” Read the rest of this entry »
“Many thanks to Cinnamon69 for her quick, useful and kind and corrections and comments. ”
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I’ve always loved Paris art cinemas. These old, worn-out theatres, showing forgotten films in bad state, smelling of rotten fabric and dust, nowhere in the world is quite like them. There is something special about Parisian art-house cinemas; the very bohemian meets the very snotty, the richness of the film and the beauty on the screen conflicting with the nastiness of the space and people. They are always run by old, tired looking people, who grunt at you for asking a student’s discount, and they are always populated by the strangest mix of film aficionados, romantic couples and aspiring artists, all glaring at the small screen looking for some revelation; well, all but the couples, who often come here to make out. Read the rest of this entry »
“Anna. What a beautiful name,” I whispered. She closed her eyes, seemingly to savor the sound of her name being spoken. I slowly drew towards her in the moments that she was unaware. When she finally opened her eyes, my hands were lightly caressing her cheeks. I let my fingers travel slowly down her face, then her neck, so incredibly soft, and over her shoulders, until I could feel the fabric of her dress. I pushed the straps outward, until the fell over the side, leaving her shoulders bare. They were so incredibly sexy, more than anything I had seen before. Read the rest of this entry »
“Five years later.”
“M-m-m,” Carol moaned softy as I pressed my rigid cock deep into her hot pussy still filled with the load of cum I had deposited in her only a half hour or so before. There is no sensation like fucking a woman through a load of cum, regardless of whether it’s your own or that of another man. Carol knew that too, having often commented on how wonderfully slippery it feels to have several inches of hard dick moving in and out of that warm haven of bliss without any of the problems of too much friction. Of course friction wasn’t much of a problem, since Carol’s cunt had been loosened by three of our male friends already this morning. Read the rest of this entry »
It was Valentine’s Day. Actually, it was Valentine’s evening, as most of the day had already slipped by. It was our 5th wedding anniversary, which seemed a hopelessly romantic idea at the time, having a wedding on Valentine’s Day, surrounded by all the red hearts and little cupids and rose bouquets, and especially in light of our long history with the holiday I couldn’t imagine it being on any other day, although in retrospect it really meant that reservations for our anniversary dinner would have to be made at least a year in advance in hope of having any chance of getting a table. Damn Hallmark holiday. Read the rest of this entry »