Cand viata bate filmul
- 2 years ago
- 85
- 0
As far as days go, this one started out normal. Ashley and Megan were sitting back talking with the TV setting a dull soundtrack to the evening. Ashley, statuesque and 115 pounds with long brown hair and green eyes, was lounging in a pair of shorts and a tank top. Megan, however, was her polar opposite. She was all of 5 feet tall and 160 pounds with short blonde hair and brown eyes. She was sitting back in a pair of track pants and an Old Navy T-shirt, trying and failing to twirl her hair around her finger.
‘Can you believe that Kevin is hot over her?’ Ashley said breaking into a wide smile
‘Not really, I always thought he was hot over you.’ Megan stated matter of factly.
‘Whatever!’ Ashley threw a pillow at Megan.
‘Seriously. The boy does nothing but gush over you when you aren’t around. God, I swear that you are on his pedestal.’
‘What does that mean?’
‘You know, when you are so in ‘love’ with someone that they get put on your pedestal.’ Megan threw the pillow back at Ashley. ‘All I know, is that you could vomit on him, laugh in his face, then fuck his best friend and he would just smile like you let out a cute burp.’ Megan rolled her eyes.
‘Not even. I don’t know anyone who wouldn’t get grossed out by that!’
Megan just rolled her eyes again and tried to focus on the TV. Truth is, her pedestal was occupied by none other then Kevin. He was 6 feet tall with bright blue eyes and short blonde hair. He was toned but not beefy and his smile could make any woman’s knees buckle in a matter of seconds.
‘What are you thinking about?’ Ashley asked.
‘Work,’ Megan said forcing a smile.
‘Bullshit.’
‘What do you want me to say?’
‘I want the truth.’
‘You can’t handle the truth.’ Megan mocked, laughing hard.
‘Fuck you. I know more than you think.’
‘Right.’
‘You don’t think I know. Come on Meg, it’s so obvious.’ Ashley got up and sat down next to Megan on the couch. ‘I’m surprised Kevin doesn’t.’
‘What?’ Megan stumbled on her words. ‘How?’
‘Duh! It’s the only thing you seem to want to talk about, you become a giggling monster every time you see him, and your hands shake like a shack during an earthquake.’ Megan was unable to form words. ‘How long has it been?’
Megan pressed her palms against her eyes and let out a deep breath. ‘Four years.’
‘Holy shit! You’ve been holding onto it for that long?’ Megan just nodded. ‘And nothing?’
‘He kissed me once but he was pretty trashed so I don’t think he remembers.’
‘Aw, honey! It’s probably the cutest think I’ve ever heard!’ Ashley wrapped Megan in a hug and knocked her over.
‘Dear Penthouse,’ A deep voice said from behind them. Megan and Ashley scrambled to their feet and looked into those bright blue eyes. ‘Don’t let me stop you.’ Kevin crossed his arms and leaned back into the door.
‘Hey Kev,’ Megan said, trying to control her hands that were now shaking.
‘And just when I thought today was a bust.’ He broke out into a big grin.
‘The day isn’t over yet,’ Ashley said, slapping his arm and walked into the kitchen. From the doorway, behind Kevin, Ashley pointed at him and gave Megan a stern look. Megan shot back with a look that could set off a war. Kevin looked at Ashley who smiled and wandered behind the fridge door.
‘What was that about?’
‘Nothing. Just a little argument we were having earlier.’ Megan smiled and felt the corners of her mouth shaking. ‘So, the day hasn’t been great huh?’
‘Not even close.’ Kevin walked over and sat down on the couch. ‘It started off alright but then the boss called me into his office and then reamed me about some project that I wasn’t even a part of.’
‘That sucks.’
‘Yeah, but that was icing compared to what happened when I got out of work.’ Megan sat down next to him and put her hand on his arm and then quickly removed it when she was shaking even worse. ‘I get to my car and it wouldn’t start. I call a tow truck and they bring it to the auto place and then I find out that my starter is stripped.’ He sat up quickly and turned to Megan. ‘It’s gonna cost me $300 to get it fixed.’ He then flopped back onto the couch and let out a heavy sigh.
‘Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?’ Megan held her breath waiting for and answer.
‘Not really.’ Megan felt her heart drop an inch.
‘Oh, I was thinking maybe we’d get some drinks.’ Megan knew he would like this idea. Kevin would always have a drink after work if his day had been bad.
‘Ok, so one thing.’ Kevin looked over at her and smiled. ‘You always know what to do to make me feel better.’ He patted his hand on her leg and Megan thought she was going to fly off the couch.
‘What are friends for?’ She forced a smile.
‘Did I hear drinks?’ Ashley popped her head in from the kitchen.
‘Sure did,’ Kevin answered. ‘Where do we want to go?’
‘We can go to the pub.’ Megan looked at the clock. It read eight-thirty. ‘Friday night. Some of the guys should be there.’
‘I knew you were good for something Meg.’ He smacked her leg and used it to push himself up from the couch.
‘I don’t know about Meg, but I need to get ready. Give me half hour or so.’ Ashley ran to her room. This was her kind of thing. Getting dressed up and making heads turn. What Ashley didn’t realize is that she can be wearing a muumuu and men would drool like buffoons.
‘I don’t know Ash, you could go like that and we could drink for free all night.’
‘Ha ha.’ She yelled from behind the closed door.
‘Do you need a ride to your house?’ Megan asked.
‘No. Would you mind if I took your car to change and I’ll come back and pick you two up?’
‘Yeah, that’s fine. Just don’t be too long. I don’t want to stand in the living room ready while Ash decided to try on yet another outfit.’
‘Half hour, I promise.’ Kevin crossed his heart and was out the door.
Thirty minutes later, Kevin was back, and looking amazing. He had on a pair of nice fitting jeans and a long sleeve shirt. He had showered and smelled of soap and cologne. Megan was also ready. She was in a pair of jean that were slightly big, a t-shirt and a pair of tennis shoes. She had applied a little bit of mascara, blush and put some pomade in her hair. Ashley was dressed to the tees. Short white tennis skirt, black low-cut t-shirt and black high heels. Her makeup was perfect as was her hair. The three of them were out the door and at the pub in a matter of minutes.
A few hours had passed and they were all feeling pretty relaxed at this point. They had been joined early on by eight or so men who were trying there hardest to get Ashley’s attention. The DJ had been spinning good music for a while and a slow song came on. Kevin looked at Ashley and Megan and held out his hand.
‘Who want to dance?’ He asked generally.
‘I will darling.’ Scott answered. Scott was one of Kevin’s friends.
‘Not you dumbass. I meant one of the girls.’ Kevin looked over at Ashley who was batting her eyes at a buff man with dark features. He then looked over at Megan. ‘Meg, come on, I know you want to.’
‘Sure, why not.’
They headed out to the dance floor and pressed closer to each other. The dance floor was full and it was all they could do to not dance on each other. For a while they just danced. Neither of them said a word. Finally Kevin spoke up.
‘What are you thinking about?’
‘Why does everyone keep asking me that?’
‘You just look so lost in thought.’ Megan was quiet for a moment while considering her options of answers.
‘You.’ She whispered.
‘Good thoughts?’
‘Yes.’ He leaned back to look into her eyes. Megan was looking down.
‘Hey.’ Megan looked up. Her heart felt like it was going to leap out of her chest. ‘You want to talk about it?’
‘Not really,’ she said with a
laugh.
‘Meg you know you can talk to me about anything.’
‘No, really, I can’t.’
‘Why not?’
‘Because I’m a chicken shit.’ Her hands started shaking.
‘Hey, it’s alright. What ever you want to say, just say it.’ He just looked into her eyes, his hands tightening around hers.
‘You know I’m feeling kind of light headed, I think I’m gonna go home.’ Megan pulled herself away from him and prayed that her legs wouldn’t give out while on her way to the table.
‘Megan! Wait!’ Kevin yelled after her. She just kept on walking. Her house was only five or so blocks from the pub and the weather was nice enough to walk.
As soon as she stepped outside, Megan finally felt like she could breathe again. Her mind kept replaying the dance and her heart kept screaming ‘CHICKEN SHIT’. She heard voices around her and just kept walking until she felt someone grab her by the arm. She was about to start punching when she realized it was Kevin. Instead, she rolled her eyes, pulled her arm away, and kept walking.
‘Would you at least talk to me?’
‘No.’
‘Why the hell not?’ His voice was loud and angry.
‘Because I don’t know how to!’ Megan was yelling back.
‘I..I don’t understand?’ Stammering his words.
‘God!’ Megan yelled with her balled fists in the air. Kevin just stood there. ‘I love you. Ok. Is that what you want to hear?’ He just stood there as she walked away.
Megan made it to her house without Kevin. She walked in, went straight to her room, and collapsed onto her bed and let the tears flow. She didn’t hear the key in the door, or the footsteps or her bedroom door open. She didn’t know how long they were there. Standing. Watching.
There he was, sitting near the rocks, whittling a piece of wood. Naked. Half the time, he was naked. I guess that was the perks of living in the woods by yourself. He was a real mountain man. A big, rugged fellow with tanned skin and dense dark hair all over, from his chest to his ass. He had a bulky body, but his arms and legs had natural muscle carved purely from physical labor from living out in the wilderness, and his thick uncut cock hung low like a third leg down between his...
From the curved seat at the fantail of the private, two-masted schooner, “Nevis”, I watched the fourteen-year-old French Jewish boy, Emile, moving about in the rigging overhead like a nimble monkey. He was all deeply tanned arms and legs, moving deftly like a circus acrobat, changing the sheeting to match the change in the wind as the schooner raced down the French coast toward Casablanca, our goal of refuge for Reggie’s exile--or escape, depending on who you talked to. I was along because I’d...
Candi's story If you don't think this is a work of fiction you are crazy. "Thank you dear that was delightful." I smiled on a post orgasmic haze. Being married for 4 years out sex had become so routine. Its not that we didn't have sex often enough or that I no longer found my wife attractive. Its just the same positions always ending up in missionary position till we both came. "Yes I enjoyed it too." At breakfast the next day I struggled to formulate my wanting to...
Notes: { This is a fantasy! Women are lovable persons and I would do anything to make them happy. I am a vegetarian myself. }Cannibal Cruise. Chapter 1.Year 2095 C.E. Cannibalism is now practised, to some degree, in nearly every country. The 2005 aviary influenza epidemic brought a dramatic change to the world's female population. Somehow the virus fired some, hitherto repressed genes in women and female animals bringing a sudden change in their behaviour. Mankind first noticed changes in...
Brandi saw her aunt on the street, ran past with a breathless “Hi,” ran up the walk to her cousin’s house, and entered without a knock. She took the stairs quickly, burst into her cousin’s room, and found Candi lying on her back, in bed, her face flushed, her dress pulled up her legs, and her nipples impudently poking peaks in the soft cloth of her top.“What are you doing?” Brandi asked, knowing full well what Candi had been doing.“Nothing,” Candi gasped, having difficulty coming back from the...
IncestWithout a doubt, Candi has the biggest tits in the neighborhood. Even before she turned eighteen, everyone noticed her huge E cups. It would be a gross underestimation to say her huge tits are her best feature, but that’s what everyone says. In truth, her entire voluptuous body is her best feature.Standing at six feet tall, Candi towers over the other sluts. All that height comes from her long, thick legs, which perfectly match her big-titted body. However she stands, her thick hips and curvy...
Fantasy & Sci-FiThe Beginning Incendiumaeger Obscurus Dominusluna was his given name, but Lynx Atratus was his Wiccan Name . He was only seven when his parents died by the hands of the Church. The Clan Ducere, Arg Lunaris, then adopted him. Lynx knew the arts of Juudoo; Kendoo; Jiu Jitsu; Aikidoo; and Nihontsu. He was also trained in the style of fighting that the Romans used, called Genus Hyades. Lynx knew only the Spells of Protection and that of Regeneration. He was Norwegian, and was raised by...
Candi Part 2 I woke up with my finger between my legs enjoying the sensations along with my other hand flicking on my nipple. As warm sensations brought me awake I quickly stopped. I laid there for a few moments then gathered my thoughts. I had to tinkle so putting on my high heeled slippers admiring my red toes peeping out of the open toes. My satin robe was next. I swished into the bathroom. Sitting down to pee a bunch of orders went through my brain. Wiping myself I got...
[ For A & T once again, and for all those white couples seeking an interracial c***d! ]My name is Khalid. I am from Rabat, Morocco. I am 33 years of age. I have a very interesting experience I'd like to relate that I was part of last year, in early October. I met up with a young European married couple (Hanna, and her husband Krystian) after the three of us had chatted for several months on-line about the possibility that Hanna might become pregnant. Naturally, I inquired as to why Krystian...
My car was in the shop so I was carpooling with the wife. She had come out of the bathroom wringing wet from the shower and had a towel wrapped around her waist. Admiring her still gorgeous body I couldn’t help but to stare as she dropped the towel to begin dressing. Her ample bosom was still high on her chest with only a slight sag. She was only able to bore one child, a daughter that was now a senior in high school. The problems she had at birth caused a complete hysterectomy. My head...
Candy's Story by Emily Ross Part 1 The afternoon sun streamed in through the windows. Phil and Sarah lay side by side on the bed, getting their breath back. After a long pause Candy turned to Phil and spoke. "Phil, wouldn't you like me to move in here? We've been going out together for six months, nearer seven. Think of the money we'd save on the rent for my flat. We could easily save up the deposit for a house." Phil looked at her, showing no emotions. She carried on, "Well?...
Candice Parker - Part 1 Chapter 1 - Inheritance "Excuse me?" asked Candice Aileen Parker, in complete shock. "Oh, there's no mistake, Miss Parker. You heard what you thought you just heard," smiled Mr. Adams, the attorney who was acting as executor for the estate. "Mr. Simmons bequeathed his entire estate to you alone, with no conditions attached. Just prior to his death, he decided to liquidate most of his holdings, in order to simplify matters; so aside from the mansion in...
Note : This story is completely fictional! Candace didn’t know why she let her friends Charlie (Charlene) and Anne talk her into going to this convention. Sundays were her rest days after clubbing on Saturday nights she needed Sundays to recuperate. Now she would go to work tomorrow and be all dragged out. Candace, Charlie and Anne had been walking around the large convention for the past hour when Charlie asked, “Candace isn’t that your Ginny from high school.” That caught Candace’s attention...
LesbianCandice Parker - Part 3 Chapter 8 - Game Recognizes Game Three weeks later, Candice was sweeping one of the mansion's many ceramic tile floors, preparing it for a thorough mopping, when she heard Mrs. Belfridge's voice coming from the doorway. "Miss Parker, Ms. Rockwell wants to see you in her office right away. She said that it's something urgent." "Oh, thank you, Mrs. Belfridge." Candice thought it odd that Ms. Rockwell would send someone rather than come herself, but she put...
She met Max at a play she and her husband Greg had attended. It had been a dumb play where people act as dogs. Max was an interesting man. Bigger than her husband, mustached and far more assertive. He must have spotted her looking at him because he walked right over and introduced himself. “Hello, I’m Max. How are you?” he opened. Candice replied that her name was Candice and her husband’s name was Greg. Greg said hello but Max glanced at him and talked only to her. They talked about the...
Candice Parker - Part 4 Chapter 11 - Veronica in Wonderland The following morning, Candice awoke to the beeping of her alarm clock, which she hadn't set. Startled, she immediately sat straight up. She instantly and clearly recalled every word that was said, every secret that was shared, every weakness that was exposed. "The wine hit me pretty hard, but the tea must've kept my memory clear," she opined. She had been undressed by Ms. Rockwell, who saw her drunk and naked. Candice...
Candice Parker - Part 2 Chapter 5 - More Meetings Candice continued helping out with the housework, as she and her staff settled into a routine. While Mrs. Belfridge remained uncomfortable with her Mistress working as a maid, she accepted the fact that there was nothing she could do about it. Besides, she had to admit to herself that Miss Parker, while a bit clumsy, was a very thorough and energetic worker. With a little more experience and polish, Mrs. Belfridge thought, Miss...
I was the first to speak, “I stayed home from work with a migraine.” Her voice trembled as she replied, “You’ve been home all day?” “Yes.” She came further into the room and sat at the foot at the bed. Her head hung even though there was no definitive confirmation that she had been heard. I sat there and just looked at the side of her face. I could see a tear form and silently run down her cheek. Her body trembled and she started to sob. As a Dad and father there was that inner...
No matter who it is, everyone always has that one person at work that is just knock out gorgeous. I'm no different, and at my place of work... her name is Candace. She's twenty-three years old, but has the slender and sexy body of an eighteen year old. With her long black hair and pouty lips, she's a sight to behold and a woman that I am sure most men would jump without hesitation. I would sit at my cubicle for hours, watching her working at her own, wondering what it would be like to wave my...
EroticIt was February of 1998. Six of us decided to make our first trip to Cancun. We arrived toward the end of the month on a Thursday at midday. Our hotel was in the “hotel zone”. Kelly and I had an adjoining room with Bob and Lisa. Yvonne and Daniel had a room on a different floor.This all got started at our New Year’s Eve party. There were five couples there. Tequila was playing a large role in the evening’s entertainment, which somehow led to Mexico and shortly thereafter a decision that we were...
ExhibitionismCandice is a 43 year old 5’3” brunette with hazel eyes, 115 lbs. 42c chest. A single mother for the past 2 years. Has been that way since her husband of 21 years left her for a younger woman. Her son, Tony, will graduate high school shortly after his 19th birthday in a few weeks. Tony is 5’ 9” tall, 175 lbs, brown hair and piercing green eyes, a shy man and a bit of a geek. He has had a couple girlfriends but none have ever given him the love he wanted. It was a month ago that Tony and...
Candi 4 I woke up with Mia gently touching my shoulder. "Come on dear let's get you ready for surgery." Mia helped me out of my sleep corset and we went to the bathroom. For the first time in a while I could feel my penis and balls dangling between my legs after having been tucked up inside me for what seemed like forever. Mia filled up my enema bag as I looked at myself in the mirror. My breasts seemed smaller and I figured the saline was being absorbed. A feeling of...
Candy and William walked along the beach of Bermuda, enjoying the moonlit night and each other’s company. Never in her life had Candy felt as comfortable with a man as she did with William. The young Adonis was everything a girl like her could ever want and it didn’t even bother her that he was a few years younger. He made up for it in other ways. Only her father made Candy’s little heart pound the way that William did. ‘Penny for your thoughts?’ William asked as he spun the attractive blonde...
“What can I do to help?” Angie asked, as I undid the straps on the car-top carrier. “If you would just stand at the front of the vehicle and gently guide the canoe away if it gets too close, that would be great help,” I answered. “Otherwise I should be able to get it.” I lifted the canoe deftly off the rack and proceeded to walk it down to the water’s edge. “Wow, pretty impressive,” Angie said. I rolled the canoe onto my hip, and then laid it on the sand. “I’ve done this a few times...
"Quick!" I whispered, pushing down between Tiffany's slender shoulders. "Bend over." "Josh!" she exclaimed just as softly and every bit as urgently. "We're going to get caught!" "No we won't!" I grinned at her, ignoring the feigned annoyance that spoiled her otherwise perfect smile. "You're so romantic," she sighed, trying her best to make me feel guilty. "Just hurry up. Everyone's waiting for dessert." "I know. Spread your legs ... Hold on..." I pulled up her frilly...
“Push off from that hummock.” “Roger that,” I replied. I placed my paddle on the raised clump of marsh grass and pushed us to the right. We continued on our journey through the fen. The creek we were traversing was about fifteen feet wide and usually a couple of feet deep. Occasionally I would spot a scraggly shrub, a clump of blueberry bushes, or a Pitcher plant. The creek wound its way back and forth, as it made its way through the marsh. The grasses in the water looked like green snakes....
Friday, July 20th, 2001The sun beat down on Heather’s bare skin. It was hot and it was humid. She had started sweating the moment she had stepped off the airplane two days ago, and hadn’t stopped since. The only time she felt remotely comfortable was when she was wearing her bikini—as she was now. It wasn’t much of a bikini either. She’d bought it, especially for this trip. “If I’m going to be on the beach in Cancun, I’m going to do it right,” she had told her mother when she made the...
TrueCandice: The Bride the Groom Didn’t Recognise Copyright Oggbashan February 2005 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary, the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. WARNING: this story is intended for an adult audience. It should not be found in locations accessible to those less than 18 years of age or the age...
Chapter 1The year was 2002, it was summer and I wanted to take a canoe camping trip. There was no one I knew who would go with me except one.Betty and I had met on the internet on a dating site. I had looked at her profile where she had posted a picture of herself. I looked at that picture and she looked like an old schoolmarm from the early 1900s. I read her profile, she had stated, “If you are looking for a real woman then look no further.” “Humpfff,” I thought to myself, ‘I’ll bet. She is...
[ ]Setting across from Kristian and Hanna, his wife, I admit that I found it difficult to think of anything else but fucking her.As we sat outside at the small bistro, sipping sweetened tea, Hanna was showing me pictures she had taken of some of their sight-seeing around Rabat. I tried to concentrate on the images she showed me, and to listen to her enthusiastic appraisals of the architectural details of the various places they'd gone to, but whenever I looked up into her face, the only thing...
Chapter 1 — Beginnings: Their love of Jamaica brought them together. Introduction: A naïve, insecure, and inhibited 26-year-old, mulatto, Jamaican woman trying to get over her European boyfriend who cheated on and then dumped her, goes online and meets a mature, sophisticated, and experienced 41-year-old Caucasian American man who recently separated from the woman he believes was his last hope for happiness. They soon bond with one another through their common love for the beauty of Jamaica....
It was the middle of a hot summer. I was off on a Tuesday. I was looking forward to paddling down a quiet river near my home. I like having a day off in the week as the parks, local rivers and lakes are usually quiet from the weekend crowds. I was looking forward to getting some sun on my legs so I picked out my favorite white short shorts. They are about two sizes too small with only about an inch of inseam. The material is a thin cotton that becomes transparent when wet. I enjoy wearing them...
Gay MaleThe next morning we awoke to rain. Not a nice gentle rain. Not a warm misty rain. No, it was the hard, bone chilling rain. I put on my rain suit and went out into the nasty weather. Fortunately, the water appeared to be draining nicely away from my tent. It was a good quality tent. It had high sidewalls, so I wasn’t too worried about water getting inside. I remembered those camping days from my youth. Hard rains would tend to creep inside the tent. Somewhere in the night, your air mattress...
Chapter 8 – Experiences: She experiences the joy of being submissive. Notice: The author listed Jamaican Beauties Jaunt under Literotica’s umbrella category Novels and Novellas: Erotic fiction with a broader scope. However, the events in this chapter cover a variety of Literotica categories including: BDSM: in this chapter, a young Jamaican woman experiences a Dominant/submissive relationship. Exhibitionist & Voyeur: this chapter includes the story of a pair of naked Mulatto Jamaican women...
by Millie Dynamite Jaden and I meet a few weeks after he transferred to the Naval base just outside of town. I sat on a bar stool sipping my Pappy Van Winkle when this tall African-American man in full dress uniform sat next to me. He whore captain’s bars. He possessed an air of authority. I nodded to him when perched on the next stool. He returned my nod with his own acknowledgment, in a deep voice he said, “Yo.” He spoke without looking at me. “I’ll have bourbon, make it a shot of Evan...
“What a great way to wake up,” I thought to myself. My left hand cupping and massaging a full, tight breast with a rock hard nipple poking into the palm, and my cock pressed between two firm ass cheeks. Her hair smells like strawberries and her neck tastes sweet, but wait, I went to sleep alone. There’s no one else in the house but , but, but, my daughter! I jerked back and away as she moaned, low and long. Finally opening my eyes I see the sprawl of Candice, my only daughter, as she turned...
IncestCanes Girl CBA Billie was moving around on the stage with cat like grace, slowly taking off her clothing one item at a time, all the while keeping to the beat of the music. She had become quiet skilled at making the movements and swinging on the pole, pretending like it was her lover. She would make little twerking movements while making eye contact with the various patrons in the audience, coaxing as much money as she could out of their pockets. She was quiet adept at getting...
Over the next few weeks, we found ourselves sliding back into our old routines. Angie worked a few additional shifts to help a pregnant co-worker, and I found myself tied up with several very detail oriented projects. We saw each other when we could, but those occasions had become much less frequent than we would have liked. One Saturday I invited Angie over for a late lunch. I had picked up some fresh fruit, yogurt, and some sausage made by a local butcher. I had also whipped up some waffle...
Chapter 7 — Revelations: She makes and has several revelations. Notice: The author listed Jamaican Beauties Jaunt under Literotica’s umbrella category Novels and Novellas: Erotic fiction with a broader scope. However, the events in this chapter cover a variety of Literotica categories including: BDSM: this chapter tells of a young Jamaican woman’s first exposure to being a submissive exhibitionist and her learning about her parents’ and best friend’s membership in a BDSM club. Exhibitionist...
Candi Box By Zedd I volunteered to watch over my girlfriends place until she came back from her trip to Las Vegas. She was already filthy rich! The house she had was furnished exquisitely, with real paintings hanging on the walls, and real sculptures sitting on oak or marble pedestals. I made myself comfortable easily enough, and mostly watched television or read until her return. After a few days of this however, I found myself exploring every nook and crack she had in the...
Chapter 4 — Jambalaya: She must pose in a public bar without underwear. Notice: The author listed Jamaican Beauties Jaunt under Literotica’s umbrella category Novels and Novellas: Erotic fiction with a broader scope. However, the events in this chapter cover a variety of Literotica categories including: Exhibitionist & Voyeur: this chapter continues the story of a young Jamaican woman’s adventures during a series of challenges, including going to a public bar wearing revealing clothing and...
Canoeing on holiday in Sweden.In my mid-twenties I enjoyed wilderness canoeing in Scandinavia. I endeavour to have some me time, as I work surrounded by people 24/7. At the end of my ninth day I drag my canoe up to one of Sweden’s camping areas. These are just wooden lean-tos and an area to make a fire; if you’re lucky an earth toilet. If I’d found anyone at the site I would have camped a little ways on, happily it’s deserted. The weather is fine and warm so I layout just a sleeping mat and...
"Please remind me never to try this again!" she whispered with a smile, while resting her heels on the backs of his thighs. "Canoes do not make good beds!" Matt backed away from her a bit, and then moved back to kiss her gently on the lips. Moving down he also ministered to each barely visible but very erect nipple. Moving carefully to avoid upsetting said canoe he eventually stood, reached down and carefully pulled up his shorts from down at his ankles. Grabbing the gun'ls he equally...
I was up and out of the tent before Ron. I started clanging some pans to wake him up. We had agreed on attempting to get an early start. To save some time, I put a pot of water on the fire. We were just going to have some oatmeal and bread for breakfast. That should minimize any food prep and cleanup that had to be done. I had packed away our lunch and other supplies earlier. I couldn’t see the water from where I was standing. A heavy fog hung over the lake. The world around me seemed to be...
My name is Jamel and I've been a cop for several years now. I've been happily married for most of those. My wife, Nabila, is absolutely gorgeous with brunette hair and brown eyes complementing her curvy body. She works as a dispatcher in my department, which is where we met.The problems started on patrol one night. I received a lookout for a black male, about 6'4" tall and 220 lbs, wearing all black. The black man had just robbed a liquor store only two blocks from me and was last seen running...
I thought I am lucky because I live in 21st century. It is the age of smart and creative men. I am a young engineer who earns pretty satisfying and who promises future. I am not tall or well built, even I could say I am skinny and not strong. Therewithal I am kind, clever, funny and understanding. I think I am a nice gentleman for young educated, smart and independent ladies. Well, I also have a girlfriend whom when men lock their eyes on her on the street. Anna is a blue eyed blonde girl (1.72...
I thought I am lucky because I live in 21st century. It is the age of smart and creative men. I am a young engineer who earns pretty satisfying and who promises future. I am not tall or well built, even I could say I am skinny and not strong. Therewithal I am kind, clever, funny and understanding. I think I am a nice gentleman for young educated, smart and independent ladies. Well, I also have a girlfriend whom when men lock their eyes on her on the street. Anna is a blue eyed blonde girl (1.72...
Chapter 9 – Risqué Tours: Her mother adds spice to the Jaunt. Notice: The author listed Jamaican Beauties Jaunt under Literotica’s umbrella category Novels and Novellas: Erotic fiction with a broader scope. However, the events in this chapter cover a variety of Literotica categories including: Exhibitionist & Voyeur: this chapter includes the adventures of two beautiful Jamaican women wearing revealing clothing, driving topless, and posing naked for room service. Interracial Love: this story...
I have been married to Lynn for a little over six years. It was a good marriage and we both were very happy. Our sex lives were super and we usually fucked and sucked every day and on the weekends three or four times. She was one of those ladies that if she is touched with a hard cock she gets so wet and horny she just has to fuck.Lynn is 28 years old, 5?9? tall, 112 lbs., long dark blond hair, very blue eyes, long shapely legs, great butt and perfect tits with long suck able nipples. Her...
Scotland 1953As the months past. and the summer holidays drew near, Stella and Dawn often talked about what sort of thing happened at WEBLEY HALLTrust me Stella, you are going to be the biggest hit there.Dawn would tell her.Well what sort of things go on there then,Stella asked a few times.Each time Dawn would say.Well all sorts of things really,Mike and the Major.Discussed throughly, what people wanted to do when they could go to a place with no sexual boundaries.And you would be surprised at...
The time had come. Punchline and I had waited a year since our summer trips of ’09 to get back on an airplane, ditch the uncharacteristically cloudy California summer, and fly to the land of green landscape, midnight sun, no religion, expensive beers, and beautiful women: Scandinavia.Denmark We arrived in Copenhagen on a Wednesday afternoon, tired and grimy from fourteen hours of flying. We’d each slept no more than two hours on the plane, so after checking into our hotel, we crashed with the...
MILFThey decided to send out for pizza, Amy didn’t want to leave Geoff’s arms to make dinner, and he didn’t want her to. He set the Canon to play repeatedly, and they cuddled and kissed on the couch till the buzzer rang from the gate. They ate on the couch too, snuggled hip to hip. Geoff’s arm stayed around her shoulders, and hers around his waist. It was awkward – till they began to feed each other, laughing. They talked quietly. There was much to talk about – but all that could wait. They...
‘Wow.’ Amy stared at Geoff as he stood in the doorway of her room, and he stared at her. ‘Likewise,’ he said. Amy wore a chocolate-brown evening dress that hugged her curves. It was perhaps a tiny bit shorter and a tiny bit lower-cut than was quite proper, but she looked ravishing. The dress contrasted fetchingly with her ivory-pale skin, and her hair was pinned up in Geoff’s favorite Victorian style. Her jewelry was a blue topaz necklace with matching earrings and bracelet, and her purse...
SCOTLAND 1960Stella Brown was in her office at St Augustine Catholic girls school.It was 16:30 and she was waiting for Mary Jones a lower Forth former to knock on her door.Mary Jones had been caught cheating in her Maths exam and therefore had her 2nd appointment in two months with Miss Brown and the Cane for Cheating.Knock Knock.Come in.Mary walked into the office her face fell as soon as she saw Miss Brown sitting at her desk bending the cane between her hands.Stella Brown the aforementioned...
Chapter 11 – Risqué Lessons: She learns how to spice up her dancing. Notice: Jamaican Beauties is posted under Literotica’s category of Novels and Novellas: Erotic fiction with a broader scope. However, the events in this chapter cover a variety of categories including: Exhibitionist & Voyeur – this chapter includes the story of two young Jamaican girls dancing naked at a V.I.P. lounge. Interracial Love – the story is about a developing relationship between a Mulatto Jamaican woman and a...
Chapter 6 — Renewals: She renews her efforts to become uninhibited. Notice: The author listed Jamaican Beauties Jaunt under Literotica’s umbrella category Novels and Novellas: Erotic fiction with a broader scope. However, the events in this chapter cover a variety of Literotica categories including: Exhibitionist & Voyeur: this chapter includes the stories of a busty Jamaican woman dressed revealingly as she dances in a nightclub and shops in a clothing store. Interracial Love: this is a...
My wife wanted a vacation somewhere warm and with the current money situation I told we could not afford it. My wife brought up the subject almost every week, when I finally gave in. I found a deal to Jamaica for a week at an all inclusive resort with a private island for au natural bathers. I presented a deal to my wife that if she would agree to a few things, I would find a way for us to go. Without knowing the details, she agreed. I told my wife I would choose her wardrobe for the trip and...
2nd Thursday – 5th day as BBC slut wife, Jaye and her new Master humiliate B. Jaye is fisted in pblic. B submits to his own Master: After I cleaned up their morning fuck, theyh eaded for the shower together. My wife smiled sweetly at me and gave my cock a quick squeeze as she passed by. "Order us room service, B! And ask if Andre (our usual waiter in the restaurant) can deliver it!" I called in the order. Andre was in early and available to deliver. I started to get dressed, but when Jaye came...