“Mom, you better stop sucking now. I’m almost there and I don’t think it would be right to come in your mouth.”
“I really don’t mind, dear. I like the taste of come, and it would be interesting to compare yours to your father’s.”
“I wouldn’t feel right about it, Mom. Maybe you could finish me off with your hand.”
“I have a better idea. How about a nice tit job. Your father begged for them.”
After dribbling spit onto
It has been two weeks since I’ve seen my husband. Lou’s been working at his law firm’s office in the Grand Cayman and has made arrangements for me to join him for his last weekend there.
Relaxing in the back seat of the limo; I was staring out the window at aqua blue waters of the Caribbean, deep in my thoughts, what’s it going to be like today? How will he do me?
What taboo will he make me break? Where in my own passion will he take me? I feel excited; I always do
Lisa Moeschen’s large, floppy boobs hung on each side of her skinny chest as she lied on her slender back watching Bob Fisher’s huge testicles descend to her mouth. She was twenty-five and had lost her virginity to Bob, a painter ten years her senior whom she said she loved, and did in a way, but really considered him little more than a man who licked her tender pussy for hours and who had an enormous cock and big, shaven balls she could feast on.
Now her tugging mouth barely stretched around
Daisy took her time dressing for the party. She wanted to look sexy and provocative. Her braless tits and hard nipples poked shamelessly through the tight red cotton top cut above her pierced belly button. A tiny black skirt barely covered her ass cheeks. The eye shadow was heavy and the lipstick bright red.
Daisy stood in front of the mirror and smiled. The girl staring back at her had that “fuck me” look she wanted to achieve. Not that Daisy was planning on getting fucked. She
I have been thinking a lot recently about relationships and aging. Two obvious reasons come to my mind. My wife and I just got back from a reunion and I had to bump up the age in my Literotica profile. I’m not complaining. All things considered, my wife and I have had a pretty good life. Judging from the events of the last reunion, that’s not about to change any time soon.
This story is about aging and the perseverance of desire. An older man remembers a brief relationship years
There’s just something about the auburn hair Jess that says: “Fuck me!” Even back in high school when she was known as Ms Frostbite every guy in town wanted to be the stud to thaw her out first. In effect to wipe that come-fuck-me look right off of her face. Especially when she went through her rebellious stage, and rumors flew around the classes about her getting her nipples pierced just to spite her parents.
Not that any male could verify it, but with her heart attack body,
Jeremy knew something wasn’t right. Mistress had been acting strange lately. Her normal “bite-his-head-off” attitude was replaced with smiles and gentle caresses on his body. Why, just last night, She had tilted his chin up so he could look Her full in the face and actually kissed his lips. Oh how wonderfully soft they were! Full, ripe, a hint of a smile on them.
She had tousled his long hair and left the room right after, humming to Herself. He had stayed very still as his
Author’s Note: All characters involved in sexual situations are 18 years of age or older.
Thanks to everyone for the feedback and comments for all my previous work. Along with my own idea, here I tried to incorporate a few suggestions that have been sent my way in the past.
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It was another typical after-school afternoon. I’d skipped out a little early, missing the my last class of the day, calculus. I’d stopped by the wooded part of the park on my way home and smoked a
You called and told me that we were going to go out for dinner tonight. You said you’d be home by 6 and I should be showered and ready to go. You would run in, take a shower, and then we were off. I took my time showering and getting ready. Shaving my legs, arm pits, and trimmed my pussy nice and close. I powdered my body before getting dressed and pulled my hair back into clips. I picked out a short black miniskirt and a black blouse that buttoned up the front.
I put on my black lace
It was a brisk Saturday afternoon in Newport, Rhode Island. The wind blew slightly as the strong sun beamed down on the many shoppers frequenting the stores in this quaint New England town. Being August, tourists were everywhere to be seen. While most were there just for the weekend, some had owned or rented summer homes.
In a slightly more secluded area, away from much of the hustle and bustle of the streets, two women sat at a patio table outside a small Italian café.
Sipping away on their