Bahamas Porn

Last week I got an unwelcome call from Mrs. Giggles, one of them I receive periodically. “George,” she ordered me in her whiny, nasal voice. “I’m horny again. Bring yourself and four other authors over to take care of it. Be sure you bring that sexy Raven; you know how much I want to eat her hot little cunt.”

“Yes, Mrs. Giggles.” Because of her prominence as an erotica critic, I and all the other Literotica authors had to do her bidding and when she said she was horny, that meant we would have to go and attend to her needs. I didn’t like having to do it and I know most of the other authors didn’t like it either but we realized that taking one for the team was something that sometimes had to be done. Continue reading »

A warm breeze caused the trees to sway as Cindy stepped out of her car. The campgrounds were half full of people enjoying the summer weekend. She stretched, her toned muscles stiff from the 2-hour drive. She watched the different people as she walked towards the small information hut. There was an old couple sitting on one of the benches enjoying the view over the large field. Children ran and played on the parks 2 swing sets, while their parents laid out picnic lunches. Several pairs of teens were finding secluded places to kiss and cuddle. All in all it was a beautiful Saturday. Continue reading »

Sheila thought about the day she met David on the beach during the summer of 1996. He was beautiful, and from the way he was looking at her that day she knew he thought the same of her. He had on a pair of swim trunks which, for some reason, would cling to everything inside of them when they were wet. Sometimes she thought she had an unfair advantage because she knew what she’d be getting before she had even gotten it. David was not the first man she had ever been with but he was definitely the best. He was so gentle that first time. Everything was perfect. The roses, the wine, he cooked dinner for her at his place and they made love until 3:00 in the morning. When she got out of bed he was cooking breakfast. Perfect. Continue reading »

A few months after LeAnne moved in she came to me with a request.

“Hun, my mom called and asked if you would be willing to do her a favor. In that last storm some of the shingles on the garage got damaged and she’s worried that another storm could do some bad damage. She was going to call a contractor to have come and fix it, but I told her that I would see if you would look at it before she calls anyone else. Would you be willing to take a look at it?”

I had worked a few summers doing construction while I was putting myself through college and replacing a few shingles was a simple procedure. Continue reading »

I worked many different jobs to pay my way through college. Among other things, I waited tables, pumped gas and delivered pizza. You could say that I had a very well-rounded education. In addition to my scholarly education, I learned a dozen different trades. I feel a little sorry for those who had their college education paid for by their daddies. They don’t know what they missed.

I took whatever part-time jobs I could fit into my class schedule. My life wasn’t all work and no play. The drudgery and boredom were frequently relieved by erotic adventures, like the time I got laid when I delivered pizza to a swinger party. While working the late-night shift at a gas station, a man walked in and invited me to screw his beautiful wife right in front of him. She was an excellent piece of ass. When I was waiting tables, I nailed a waitress while we were on our break. I even played in a rock band at a swinger club and was treated to weekly blow jobs from the wives. But my job as a condom tester was the best of all. Continue reading »

“Thanks to vella_ms for inspiring me to such heights of… er… fancy.”

She claims she comes to me in dreams. On line, each morning, she teases. “Remember last night? What we did?”

I never remember, but when I wake my sheets are soaked and crumpled. Yesterday morning, there was whipped cream on them. And the taste of it, and her was in my mouth.

“Tonight,” I decide, “is going to stay in my mind.”

Slipping into bed, I chant to myself, “Remember this time. She”ll be here. Make it a time neither of us will forget.” I harden at the promise of her coming to me yet again. Continue reading »

“Hello, is that Jasmine?”

“Yes. Hi.”

“I read your advertisement in the paper. Are you available tonight?”

“Uh, just a minute. Yeah.”

The voice sounded young, slightly nasal and decidedly uncultured. It reminded me of Sandy, my first real girlfriend. Promising.

“The ad says you are size 6. That’s small.”

“Yes.”

“How tall are you?”

“Five foot three.”

Sandy was five foot two, my favourite height. Pretty close. I am fairly modest in height and build myself so I prefer girls who are short and, and I love tiny titties. Continue reading »

Mika’s lesson: The Dark Stranger shows his dark side.

Mika leaves the bar and walks toward her car. She had parked at the far right corner of the bar under one of the hanging lights from above, which unfortunately seems to have blown out. Her head is bowed as she looks thru her purse to find her keys, when she’s grabbed from behind. Strong arms wrap around her body as the attacker’s hand covers her mouth. “Stop struggling and promise not to scream and I’ll release you!” A deep, husky voice warns into her ear. Mika nods and the attacker slowly lets go of her. Mika turns to face her assailant, and finds to her complete shock, to come face to face with her Dark Stranger. Continue reading »

Dinah woke the next day with Mark still wrapped around her. A light breeze fluttered through the open window bringing fresh scents of sea air and floral vegetation and the sounds of water lightly slapping the supporting posts of the huts. Dinah’s movements stirred Mark and he hugged her tightly and thanked her for the previous nights entertainment.

“So … was there anyone here other than you and Janet?” he asked.

“There was actually quite a few people here last night, and they appreciated the show you put on,” she teased. Continue reading »

Jim had just pulled into the lot to pick up his girlfriend Sydney. It was 10pm on a Friday night and Sydney had worked late all week. Jim and Syd were supposed to have dinner that night but Syd”s project took a turn and her team needed to deliver the project in time for the start of the day in Germany.

She picked up on one ring. “Sydney Greene…” Jim loved the sound of her voice, even when it something as routine as a greeting.

“Hey, hon, I”m in the front lot. You want me to park?”

“Hey, Jim. Why don”t you pull around back? I just need to wrap some stuff up, give me 20 minutes. I”m sorry again about dinner.” Continue reading »