My wife and I of five years have always had a great relationship. We have friends and family we each love, goals we each pursue, and jobs we both love. She is a store manager and I am a stockbroker. We don’t have any kids at all and have no intention of having any. We … Devamını oku
Written specially for publication on Literotica, this short story takes us out of the present and into the past. I hope you enjoy it. Please note, however, that if you don’t like stories involving bodily functions it’s probably not for you. Anne settled on the grass of Appleyard’s Top Acre field. It was April 1982 … Devamını oku
The sound of a pair of jeans being shed in a dark room. Marissa closed her eyes and ran a hand over her collarbone. By now she knew better than to resist when thoughts of him became this frequent. The hand slid along the vee of her sweater and she fell into her pillow with … Devamını oku
For days on end it can be cold and drizzly here in April. Grey skies darkening the bud covered branches of the trees, still skeletal, outside the window but longing, it seems, to burst forth into brilliant new leaves or blossoms and that riot of colour that is the explosion of energy and life we … Devamını oku
As he faced me, I glanced down for long enough to see that his cock was starting to extend again. As before, his swimmers held it; stopped it from pointing up and instead made it point straight at me – straight at my crutch When he pulled me in to kiss me, he leaned forward … Devamını oku
“Stop.” My voice is thin and breathless, a whisper riding the tails of a gasp. He cocks a brow, eyes burning across my collarbone, over my lips until they rest on mine, “Do you mean that?” He’s looking up at me and his gaze is almost as hot as my skin feels. It’s too much … Devamını oku
I was lying kneeling across the bed wearing my wife’s mini skirt, bra, and crutchless panties with a transvestite behind me fucking my arsehole when all of a sudden my wife entered the bedroom, looking aghast and shocked. I thought that she was staying with a girlfriend overnight. “You pervert!” she cried. My wife was … Devamını oku
I was never a cheater. In fact, I was the opposite. I had been cheated on by others and the betrayal was something I was never able to overcome. I just couldn’t understand how someone could be a cheater. At least not until a few years ago. Ironically enough, my devotion to being devout died … Devamını oku
The look on Bashirah Sharif’s face as I slid my eight-inch, uncircumcised ebony cock out of her asshole was all the thanks I needed. The tall Black woman lay naked on the bed, legs spread, bound by thick steel chains as were her slender but firm arms. I smiled, and asked her how she felt. … Devamını oku
I owe my entry into the pleasures of oral sex to an obscure piece of Victorian pornography. My fertile but stunningly inexperienced nineteen-year old mind was unsettled by reading the sexual autobiography of a 1880s era English aristocrat with a fondness (the term is inadequate) for womanly charms. The book My Secret Life, the author … Devamını oku