It was my first day in Italy. I don't speak the language, but I met one guy who knew a few words of English. After about a week, we were spending everyday together. One night we went to this field, it was like a stadium. We sat on the bleachers and started to French kiss-he kept asking me something in Italian but I had no idea what it was so I just said, OK? All of a sudden he laid me down and started grabbing my breasts, softly and then harder. He climbed on top of me and pulled out his penis, unzipped my pants, it happened so quickly, all I remember is this large cock in my wet pussy, it was the best sex I've ever had. Read More»

"Hello my sweet slave, Twatiana," said Mistress Calista, entering the Tower Dungeon anteroom. Her slave was in the submissive position. She was naked, kneeling, thighs spread wide, hands on her thighs with her head down to gaze at the floor. "Hello my Mistress, your slave sends you kisses," Twatiana replied. "Yes, thank you my darling, but don't send them, place your kisses on my pussy please." Twatiana crawled to Calista's sweet pussy, knelt and kissed it in homage. "Ahhhh, you do that so well, my sweet," Calista told her. Twatiana purred in delight as she licked and kissed her Mistress's cuntlips. "Please put on these ankle restraints, pet." Twatiana accepted the restraints and attached them to her ... Read More»

I can't believe my luck. It seems I have found a woman who shares my same desires, wants, needs, and erotic feelings. There is only one problem... I have never met her. See, I love the website, Literotica, and I love reading the stories that most mirror my sexual experiences and preferences, which are mostly older women. I love the eroticism a more mature woman can bring to the table. Her insight into her own sexuality, into how to please a man, into how her body has ripened, how she takes care of herself, smooth skin, supple curves, etc. I have never really matched up with women my own age and so I have always dated older women. I was reading a story by a woman on the site who calls herself ladyofsin98. Her picture was absolutely gorgeous, and I must say ... Read More»

We've all seem them; an object of nostalgia and whimsy. It is a jewelry box, a place to keep secret and personal things, sitting on the vanity table of a particular kind of woman. There is the lingering hint of some perfume, a subtle reminder of the elegance of it's owner. It is the color of ivory, picked out in silver or perhaps gold, the edges frilled or otherwise decorated to soften the lines. On the top of this ivory colored box is the figure of a ballerina on a circular dais. She is standing en-pointe, arms above her head in a perpetual pirouette, the dais spinning slowly as the music box is set in motion. She is classically thin and blonde, wearing pink ballet shoes and leotard, opaque white tights and a short ruffed tutu. Her hair is pulled back in a ... Read More»

I was really furious. Seriously. Period! It’s not that I have always been the loyal one in a relationship....”monogamic” or whatever you want to call it, but that someone does it actually to you....on your face! One of my best friends saw him in a local bar with another guy, common! How embarrasing can that be?....I mean, if you are the only one who knows...but now all my friends know about it? He came in his motorcycle, with that black-grey and red great leather jacket, soooo cool! G-Star jeans that make a great ass on him and...wait a minute....he is wearing a new pair of black and white dress leather shoes by G-Star, just like the ones the dancers of Christina Aguilera worn in her last world tour....Sven, my boyfriend! The guy is soooo cool! He also came ... Read More»

"Looks like he is coming to" one captor said to the other. "Yep, now we both can have our way with him" the other captor said with a glee. I looked around and I saw that I was tied to a table in the middle of the barn with my arms extended out fully. I also saw a short distance away an array of whips, one of which I recognized as the whip that was used on my ass earlier. "What, what are you going to do with me?" I asked. "We are going to give you the fuck of your life" one of my captors said with a chuckle. "We sure are" the other said as he bent over my left side, started licking then nibbling on my nipple. The other captor started to jerk his cock off a short distance away from me on my right side as he watched his friend nibble away on my nipple. After ... Read More»

I don’t normally participate in chat rooms, but I wanted to share this with someone. I used to talk to my friend, Erica, about things like this, but she doesn’t really get me anymore. My name’s Robin, by the way. To put it nicely, I’ve been experimenting with sex a lot lately. I’m not sure what’s happened to me. Since a couple of recent episodes after breaking up with my boyfriend, I seem to crave sex all of the time. Erica is afraid I’m becoming a nymphomaniac. She might be right. I’m 25-years-old. I’m 5’6 and weigh 115 lbs. My measurements are 35C-23-35. I have light-brown hair with blonde highlights. I’m traveling on business to Chicago tomorrow to meet my vice president for a big trade show. She left earlier in the week. Work has kept me busy prepping for ... Read More»

I was yearning for him. I could feel my vagina getting wet just at the thought of his hands brushing past my scantily clad breast. I could feel his warm breath as we danced close. I wondered what it would be like to feel his hands roaming all over my body, lingering over every inch as he would taste and feel his way to my soft wet mound. His hands gripped me closer as we danced and the thoughts spun in my head like the spin cycle on the washer. The pulsating beat of the music matched the rhythm of my heart as I pondered how to tell him that I longed for his every touch. I wanted to just grab his cock to let him know, without telling him that I could feel his cock throbbing in his pants against my warm thigh. I vow to tell him after the song that I want him, ... Read More»

I live almost an hour away from my boyfriend so it's hard to see each other often. One day I went to see him at his work. It was a Sunday so hardly anyone came in and he was pretty much the only person there. There is a "break room" that he led me into. We first started making out...feeling....touching...then he asked me if I wanted to see his cock. Of course I did. There it was, big and hard. I started to jerk him off, slowly but faster and faster as we went. Before I knew it I had his cock in my mouth. It tasted so good and so warm. After a while he unzipped my pants and started fingering my pussy. I jerked him off as he fingered my pussy. We came together. It was sooo good and so hot because any minute someone could have walked in on us. Read More»

…As she roughly threw him onto the bed, which his feet fell over, she whispers, “Screw me you horny, hott, love monkey!” And with that he turned the tables and threw her onto the bed, which she fit onto quite nicely, and began to savagely tear her silk blouse off of her. He slid up her black, skin tight skirt and began to finger her through her black lacy panties. Suddenly, his hand slips and he falls on top of her, bouncing their heads against each other. “I’m so sorry… I didn’t mean it.” She replies” YES YOU DID! We’re not gonna be friends anymore!” Panicky, our hero pleads, “No please don’t leave! I’ll be good I swear!” She lets out a smirk, and thrusts her soaking love bucket at his waiting fingers. Her aroma fills the atmosphere, and it serves to ... Read More»

I had seen her at a stop light while driving around looking for a spot to eat. She drove a red Pontiac Sunfire, the convertible kind that no self-respecting man would be caught dead in. She was gorgeous, at least from what I saw from my elevated platform of the SUV I was driving. She was petite, her frame looked so slender but with just enough muscle to it that she didn't look weak. Her skin was a dark tan, her hair matched almost perfectly to it. Well, maybe her hair was a little lighter. She was wearing a yellow tank top, and I'm pretty sure that those perky C-cup tits underneath weren't supported by a bra. She had those huge glasses that teenage girls love to wear these days covering most of her face. Those just made me look at her lips more closely. She ... Read More»

The party had been going well until Sarah put her hand on her husband's leg under the dinner table at their friend's house. She was surprised when moments later he gently pushed her hand off. She brushed off the encounter and continued talking and laughing with their friends. There were four couples at the dinner party; a group of old friends that got together a few times a year for good food and a late night of drinks. Each of the couples had children that were either in college or would soon be entering and they were determined to enjoy their newfound freedom as married couples without the daily responsibilities of parenthood that had dominated their lives for so long. Sarah got along well with everyone and enjoyed the adult conversation but the encounter ... Read More»

He was forty-five, and she was 18, an obvious difference in age, but there were other factors contributing to the hardship of undertaking a romance. He was married with two daughters, one who was 18, and the other who was 16. The problem did not lay with them, but with the wife, who had fallen out of love with her husband a while ago. They were only staying together for the kids, and that was where it all started. See, Bill, the husband, was a nice guy, a wonderfully good and honest man, who was the best Father that anyone could ask for. He was neither strict nor overbearing, and he loved his family very much, but he did want his wife very badly. They had been in love since high school, and she had stopped giving him what he wanted after an outing to the strip ... Read More»

She was beautiful. He remembered that being the first thought that occurred to him the very first time he laid eyes on her. She was only two inches shorter than him, if even that and her long, light brown hair framed her face perfectly as it cascaded down around her shoulders. Her body was one that only the most envious would call "full figured" in that sneering tone that was meant to impart some insult, but he simply called her a masterpiece. Sometimes, he could imagine the famous Botticelli painting of the birth of Aphrodite, the Greek goddess of Love, rising from the waves with her face, and feminine endowments that were more generous than even the famed Italian master could have ever envisioned. But it was not her voluptuous body that fixated ... Read More»

I've planned a special birthday evening for you. The evening starts with dinner at a quiet, elegant restaurant out of town. A number of well-dressed couples and groups wait in the lobby to be seated. You're wearing a sheer black dress, I'm in a tux. While it's not obvious when the light is dim, in the light of the lobby, the silver rings in your nipples and the chain connecting them are visible, as is your shaved pussy. Around your neck you wear a black leather collar with a single stainless steel ring in the front. In the lobby, people stare--women in disgust and jealousy, men with looks of longing and arousal. While we're waiting to be seated, I slip my hand under the back of your dress, running it between your cheeks, gently probing with one finger the ... Read More»