As he wove through the early lunch traffic he began to think about her. How soon he would feel her in his arms. Feeling her breasts crushed against him, the feel of soft silk coating her body, slinky and seductive. His cock began to thicken as he fell deeper into his daydream.

It had been what seemed like months since he seen her, although it was only a couple of weeks. He could imagine her hands sliding up the front of his slacks to cup his hardening cock and balls. He could taste her lips and feel her breath on his neck as he nuzzled her neck planting kisses all along one side and then the other. (more…)

“It’s been one long winter and today its 80 degrees and sunny, and Lisa hasn’t been laid in a month. She is a 30 something female that’s hitting her sexual prime, brown hair and eyes, 5′7″ and a body that drives most guys wild. Her mind is constantly thinking of sex, and her pussy is constantly wet from lustful thoughts that just consume her. Lisa notices outside that her new neighbor is outside washing his car, and she’s been dying to meet him, wondering if he’s noticed her stares in the mornings during his run as she wiggled out to retrieve her newspaper. His shirt is off and Bermuda shorts are covering the parts she’s most interested in, and Lisa can already feel her pussy begin to anticipate fucking him…today. She goes thru her mind on what might attract his attention, and she decides to wear her light-pink cut-off top (the one that barely covers her nipples and exposes the very bottoms of her breasts), her tightest and shortest spandex shorts (the ones that crease up inside her pussy lips and gives a great outline of her mound), bare feet and hair up in a ponytail, and dangly earrings to show that although she’s a slut, she’s a classy slut. (more…)

It made me think for a good time how should I write this first fantasy to Literotica. There’s so much of the erotica here that I couldn’t stop jacking-off while I read stories about BBWs being sucked, licked and fucked. I guess it would be a great idea if I start this series of my fantasies with a conjugal scene.

As for me, I’m a skinny male, who has spent his thirty one years of life residing in India. My beautiful wife Shoma knows well how to cook eatables as tasty as herself and to keep our home in order as a knack housewife. Unlike most Indian women who are darker in complexion, she is a voluptuous, twenty seven years old nymph with rosy-pale complexion and I’m always turned-on to roam my hands over her curvaceous soft contours. Being a 39DD/29/38 loveliness she looks elder to me apparently and sometimes we enjoy playing our games regarding this. (more…)

Cindy walked along through the local mall looking at the stores and watching other people passing by. She passed the Victoria’s Secret store and saw the sexy variety of women’s lingerie available. She remembered when she had modeled some of her own for her last boyfriend. It had really turned him on, and before she knew it she was lying naked on the floor with his head between her legs! But that had been years ago. It had been a long time since she had been with anyone. At 35 she was still attractive and always interested in sex. She looked up and noticed a young couple kissing passionately. Then the guy reached down with one hand and cupped her ass. (more…)

” The following is written in the style of Oggbashan’s patented 50 word stories. It tells the progression of a relationship from its start in 15 installments. The style is a uniquely challenging one and was written as a personal challenge. Please leave votes and comments so I know whether or not it worked”

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Just friends, then his hand snakes round my waist. He caresses the rich curve of my breast as if accidentally. I sigh and arch my back to inch closer. We touch at every point now and the heat rising off our bodies is palpable. Slowly his palm brushes my nipple. (more…)

Ian Abercrombie initially mistook Paz Duarte for an Argentine. At the time Argentina occupied his mind. Having never met any Argentines, she looked like he thought a woman from the Pampas should.

Springy shoulder-length auburn hair fell around her square face. Hazel eyes did their utmost not to engage in any mirth yet tried mightily from bestowing too much skepticism. A strong jaw almost ran parallel with thin wide lips. When she smiled dimples hollowing her cheeks nearly matched the divot twisting in her chin. (more…)

“(Hope Branch is a twenty-four year old concert violinist. Out of shyness, she has hid until now her Miss America figure in baggy clothes. The circumstances of her coming out are told in chapters of this story not yet posted.)”

Carrying her instrument and bow, Hope maneuvered among the chairs. She heard the orchestra grow quiet as she moved through its ranks. She kept her head down until she reached her seat and then she nodded to the players at either side of her and looked toward the podium where she met the steel gray gaze of Herr Wolfgang Von Haurs-Schmidt. How she wished she hadn’t been late. (more…)

Luke and I had been married for many years now and things between us had always been great. We made each other laugh with a wicked sense of humour that other people didn’t seem to comprehend at times. Sexually we had always been very compatible. Urging each other to try new things in bed, not to get stuck in the rut that happens with most people after the initial honeymoon period has long since departed. I had always been open with him about my sexuality and he was always cool with my past.

During my University years I had been fairly promiscuous and had enjoyed staying single and in casual relationships to revel in the thrill of the chase. The feeling of getting dressed in the evening to go out, never knowing what the night may bring. Luke knew all about my experiences with both men and women and knew that I had enjoyed being intimate with a female friend of mine. (more…)

What started out as an invitation to a party turned into a wild night she would never forget. Sarah was an introverted girl who only had three sexual partners in her life. She yearned for something exciting and different, but had been stuck in the same rut for years. She was a 5′8″, dark brunette girl with a sporty figure–toned, but by no means a lingerie model, or anything. Women admired her body, but to her, she was nothing special. Men stared admiringly, but Playboy models overshadowed her lithe figure with their out of proportion breasts and airbrushed features. Little did she know what an impression she’d make at the club. (more…)

My wife and I moved into the quiet, south Florida bedroom community that was mostly occupied by retired folks. After a few years, our retired neighbors were moving on, and young, first time homebuyers were scarfing up the homes, remodeling them, and, in general really improving the community and driving up home values.

Next door to us was a rental with a nice couple. Jim and Pepper were friendly from the beginning. We frequently had the ‘over the fence’ conversations that are common in the suburbs. Jim was a bit on the smallish side and Pepper was about the same height, 5′4″. Being 22 and still in his prime, Bill was in great shape, but not a muscle bound gym freak. Pepper was an attractive Spanish woman that was a little chunky in all the right places. A pouf stomach that protruded beyond her low-cut shorts by an inch or so, showed off by the short tank tops was extremely enticing. A permanent ‘Latino tan’ gave her skin a silky looking texture. Large breasts adorned her up top (probably 34D), usually unencumbered by a bra, and were tantalizingly bouncy in the tank tops she usually wore while doing yard work — if she wasn’t in her bikini. Her swivel hips and sweet swinging ass - when she walked - could not be ignored. She was an incredibly sexy Latino with energy and sensuous attractiveness. (more…)