It was a brisk fall day. I pulled the zipper on my jacket up as far as it could go, right up to my neck. Even with a big sweater on underneath my windbreaker, I was still pretty damned cold. It was 10:25 am and my sole class of the day started in 5 minutes.
As I entered the building my class was in, I noticed a few familiar faces. You know, other people in your degree or program, people you could recognize and probably knew their names, but you didn’t really know them. Sure, I had a few
As I was showering, I was thinking about Anna coming. What would I say to her? How would I act? I felt very uncomfortable and I was getting extremely nervous. I finished washing, then shaved. As I was getting dressed, Dawn came in.
“I know your hungry, Daddy, but let’s go out for breakfast.”
“Great idea, Sweetheart, I am famished.”
When I was ready we went to this nice, Mom and Pop restaurant near Dawn’s place. After we ordered, we talked about Anna’s
Hi. My name is Tina. I am now 41 years old and have been married to my current husband since I was 28. I have 2 boys ages 21 and 17. This is my first story ever to be put on line and it is the one that may explain my journey of self discovery in sexual matters well beyond anything I ever thought I would do, much less enjoy.
Prior to this, I think I had the textbook average life, average sex life, and average beliefs of any suburban wife or mom. But now I am reborn – not a slut or even a
Writing erotic stories and posting them on literotica.com, has been one of the most rewarding and constructive pastimes I have taken up over the past few years.
My first story, ‘Magic Medicine’, received its first feedback e-mail within a couple of days, and from that first feedback e-mail, the character Ann was born and a rewarding symbiotic relationship developed. (But that is another story.)
However the receiving of feedback is a fickle and rare occurrence. I have stories with
My name is Christian. Most of the people I know call me Chris. Although my mom calls me Christian Edward Matthews whenever she’s mad. I don’t really like my middle name all that much, but of course, I never tell her that. Currently, I’m 19 years old and in my senior year in high school. I started a bit late into school so I’m older than most by at least a year.
Since it’s already October, that means I’m going to be 20 in 2 months – which my friends
3:55pm
I’m starting to shut down the office when I hear the “blip” on my computer that signals Yahoo! just received a message for me.
4:01pm
I put the office phone on night ring, close the blinds and turn off the lights. I sit down at my desk and get ready to log my computer off when I remember that I have to check emails. Damn!
4:07pm
I skim the emails, deleting some and spamming others, when I find the one I’m looking for. It’s from you and it’s labeled
As I laid naked on the soft King sized bed, a trickle of sweat ran down my back and raced for the crack of my ass. Everything felt hot. The sheets were hot, the pillow was hot, and more importantly, I was hot. ‘It’s a dry heat,’ is all I heard from the locals, but at nearly midnight in Las Vegas and the needle still hovering around 90, I didn’t care what the locals said. I was hot.
I couldn’t take it any longer. Getting up from bed, the sheets sticking temporarily to my skin, not letting go
Maria knocked on her son’s bedroom door. “Matthew! It’s Sunday. Time to get ready for Mass.” Without waiting for an answer, she swung the door open.
Matthew was lying on his bed, naked, sporting an enormous erection. “I’m ready for you to help me get ready, Mom!” He leered at her with his evil, lascivious grin.
Maria sat on the edge of the bed, and traced one finger up and down the underside of her son’s cock. “How would you like it today,
Hi, my name is Rick. I had just started working 3rd shift at the plant. We were given computer access, and were allowed to log into myspace, which made the nights go quicker.
Jennifer was interesting. She was a self described, big, beautifully dominant woman, that worked as an assist manager at a motel.
Her relationship was, “complicated”, and she had “special friends” that she liked to go to Rain (a local gay club)with. She also liked to “do speed, or vitamin e,
“Are you feeling stressed?”
“Yes,” I muttered to the screen.
“Is life getting on top of you?”
“Yes again,” I sighed.
“Well I can help you – with a spiritually uplifting Aromatherapy massage.”
“Why not?” I asked myself, looking at the screen again before reading on.
“Provided by a fully qualified Masseuse ….”
“Just what I need,” I told myself
“… who is a Naturist …”
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