Blonde (17)

Kay moved a small overnight bag from one seat of her settee and plonked herself down in the space. How did she come to have so much stuff? It must have multiplied rapidly in the moving van. nnSomewhere in the house was her comb, her make up, hopefully her toothbrush. Running her hand through her shoulder length blonde hair Kay felt the knots and shuddered. During the week she was never usually seen without a smart suit, full war paint and a neat French pleat in her hair. Even at weekends she would pull it back with bands or clips. Her colleagues at work wouldn't believe she could look quite so scruffy.nn"Relaxed, stressed out but relaxed, if that's possible."nnShe had always promised herself a smart townhouse as soon as she could afford the deposit and six months earlier had met her target. Now all she had to do was keep up the mortgage repayments and it was hers forever.nnThe rain continued to pelt against the windows and she heard the unmistakable sound of a cat flap being used. A bedraggled and obviously deeply insulted black and white cat walked towards her and stopped. It was waiting for something, Kay just wasn't sure what the something was.nnA sigh escaped her as she got to her feet. Even sitting for a couple of minutes showed her how out of condition she was. There was a gym just a few minutes from her new home though and that was another thing on her 'to do' list. Annual membership.nnA box on the longer kitchen counter said, amongst other things, 'tea towels' on the label and she rummaged until she found a slightly fluffy one and returned to the living room. The cat had made itself comfortable in the vacated space on the settee and Kay leant over and began rubbing the damp fur.

Added: 291 days ago by mark

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Blonde nailed by two Guys

Thursday - February 23, 2006nnAuthors note: The root of this story is in Chapter 01 - Blondes in pursuit of black guys. This is the Twelfth Day of a fourteen-day vacation where fantasy has become reality. It is taking place on the island of Jamaica. What else do the stars have for me the remaining days here in paradise? If you have already read previous chapters, then you have a hint.nnIt begins:nnI sleep in. It is 11:00 AM when I finally awake.nnI go to the lower level of our bungalow and see my friends munching on food.nn"Amy, I forgot to mention that Frank and Ann would like us to have lunch today with them."nn"Oh ok, I have no plans."nnJenn asks, "What is it with them? They ask for you guys so much."nnI turn my robe-covered ass to her, slap it and say, "They can not get enough of our white tails that's all."nn"Say by the way how did your day go yesterday?"nnStace opens her mouth, "My God Heather, I had the best fuck of my life by a black stranger. Jenn and I asked Trudy for a Dungeon special. We mentioned that playing around should include to be done by someone will never see or know. You know one of those things you can carry around for the rest of your life with pleasant memories. He may have been ugly as sin, but I have not seen any ugly guys here, so I am okay that a reasonably good-looking black guy got a taste of me and enjoyed his trip. I wonder how Trudy selects the guys.

Added: 291 days ago by mark

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Wednesday - February 22, 2006nnAuthors note: The root of this story is in Chapter 01 - Blondes in pursuit of black guys. This is the eleventh day of a fourteen-day vacation where fantasy has become reality. It is taking place on the island of Jamaica. What else do the stars have for me the remaining days here in paradise? If you have already read previous chapters, then you have a hint.nnI wake up with a soft, warm black hand on my left breast and a morning woodie in the crack of my butt.nnI lie on my side trying to sort things out.nnI remember Chuck getting into bed with me. nnIs this Chuck or someone else? Did I get drugged? Is this what Maria was inferring about being horny?nnI hear this light snoring so the guy has to be asleep.nnI close my eyes, place my hand over this guy's hand on my tit, and remember what Maria had said.nnShe was right; I am horny after everything yesterday. Am I turning in to a nympho?nnI hear, "Good morning, Heather," into my neck with a breast squeeze.nn"MMMM! Good morning, what are your orders from Mistress Trudy for today?"nn"I am to stay with you until you dismiss me."nnChuck reaches for my chin.

Added: 291 days ago by mark

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Hot blonde girl getsfucked

Tuesday - February 14, 2006nnAuthors note: The root of this story is in Chapter 01 - Blondes in pursuit of black guys. This is the third day of a fourteen-day vacation with the hope of turning a ten-year fantasy into reality. It is happening. It is taking place on the island of Jamaica. What else do the stars have for me the remaining days here in paradise? If you have already read previous chapters, then you have a hint.nnIt begins:nnThe phone is ringing which wakes me up. I look at the clock and it is 10 AM. I grab the phone and the voice says, "This is Mistress Trudy. May I speak with Heather or Amy?"nn"This is Heather."nn"Is Amy around there, Heather?"nn"Yes, but she is in the shower."nn"Is it possible for you and Amy to slip into swim wear and as you near the pool make a left and come to the Dungeon?"nn"Let me check with Amy."nnI check. "Yes we can."nn"Great, breakfast will be waiting."nnAs Amy and I are walking our way to the pool, we experience the usual comments from the guys seeing us in our very skimpy swimsuits. Amy asks as we walk along, "I wonder what's up with this visit to the Dungeon that Mistress Trudy desires.

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Blowing and fucking

Jennie, her blue eyes crinkled as she smiled out into a sea of apprehensive little faces. She knew how her ninth grade class hated 'pop quizzes. "Everyone, take a copy of the test, then pass the others back." A collective groan could be heard throughout the room "Okay," you have 20 minutes to complete the Quiz. You can start now." nn'Ah,' she thought to herself, as she pushed back a strand of her beautiful long blonde hair, 'I can have a few minutes rest,' nnWith the classroom deathly quiet, within moments she felt herself relax for the first time that day. After two children and 7 years of marriage to Randy Martino, Jennie at 27 years old felt tired, and slightly worn out. Thinking ruefully to herself, well, I guess the bloom is off the rose, she laughed inwardly to herself. Yet Jennie knew she still remained 'wildly attractive' to her husband, Randy who still almost insisted, no matter how tired she was, on them 'doing it' every night once they had tucked the little ones into bed. nn'I wonder what sort of story I should tell him tonight,' Jennie thought tiredly. During the Pop Quizzes she gave almost everyday, was her time to think. If she were lucky, and creative enough she would come up with some wildly erotic story that would climax Randy that evening, almost immediately. nnJennie loved her husband dearly but sometimes she was almost too exhausted from holding down a full time teaching position, being a mother, and wife, to be as creative as she knew he liked her to be. 'These kids think they have it bad,' she laughed to herself, 'I have an erotic pop quiz every night.' nnJennie smiled tiredly, as she remembered how their erotic fem fight stories had started. Shortly after her and Randy had married, and she had become Mrs. Martino, Randy had one night, embarrassed and hesitant, had reluctantly at her urging, revealed to his new wife his favorite sexual fantasy. nnJennie had been happy to learn she at least played a very important part and was a very prominent character in his fantasies. At first, she was shocked and stunned. She couldn't believe her ears.

Added: 293 days ago by dimm

Time: 01:30
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We were on holiday in lovely Barcelona, a southern European city on a short break. It was a nice place and we were enjoying our stay having been there a few days already. This day had started out fine and we had spent the morning having a leisurely time walking around city seeing the sights and doing a bit of shopping. As the day wore on it began to cloud over and as we were wandering along the main shopping street heading back towards our hotel a rain shower started.nnLooking around to find somewhere to take shelter, Jane noticed a sign above a doorway on the other side of the street between the larger shops. She pointed it out to me, 'Sex Museum' it read. Seeing as this was smack bang in the middle of the main shopping area and not down some seedy back ally I figured that it would be okay to take a look, we could at least pass the time till the shower was over and it might be fun too.nnWe hurriedly crossed the street and went into the narrow entrance. There was a little booth where we paid our entrance fee to a young lady before climbing a set of steep steps leading into a series of rooms situated above the retail shops below. The exhibits were what you would probably call more in the arena of erotica than pornography. They featured things like phallic and fertility symbols from various cultures, the karma sutra, old erotic paintings or drawings, stuff like that. nnWe spent about half an hour having a wander round in mild amusement and curiosity looking at the exhibits whilst trying not to catch the eye too much of the few other visitors who were probably just there seeking shelter themselves. By then the rain looked like it was settling in for the day so we decided to make a run for our hotel and so hastily made our way back through the tall narrow streets to our cozy little place in the old quarter of the city.nnOur room was on the 3rd floor with a little balcony overlooking a narrow street below, it was small but comfy. We opened a bottle of wine that we had bought earlier and relaxed, perhaps reading for a bit or trying to make sense of the foreign TV. I suppose that visiting the museum had aroused us a bit, and after a couple of glasses the drink helped too as neither of us are big drinkers by any stretch. Soon we were feeling randy and not a little drunk as we snuggled up lying on the bed together kissing. I was running my hands over her lovely bum. I got up and pulled the curtains over the tall windows and then went back to lay with Jane in the dim light of the overcast day. I undid the buttons of her jeans and slid them down, throwing them onto the floor by the bed.

Added: 293 days ago by dimm

Time: 01:31
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Blowing, licking, fucking!

Hey since this is the end of my first story on literotica I'd really appreciate any comments or tips that could help me improve my writing. Thanks in advance, hope you like it ;)nn*nnAfter finally falling asleep in complete exhaustion on Friday night, I wake up to a dull ache in my wrists, whimpering softly in my sleep as I struggle against the cuffs. The reason I've been struggling so hard is beyond me until you flick your tongue lazily over my exposed clit again. Still half in the fog of sleep I drag my eyes open and glance down at you as you rub your thumb lightly over it, looking up at me as I wake, 'Morning Fuckslave, better mind your wrists there, you've been pulling quite a while' nnI look up at my wrists which are indeed quite raw, and try to reposition myself so they don't get rubbed so much. I'm doing quite well holding still against the onslaught of sensation until you reach over to get my vibe, holding it straight in front of my mouth, 'Suck it'. Eager to please you I take the vibe as deep as I can, sucking and licking it hungrily as you lightly stroke your hardening cock.nnWhen its slick and shiny, and you're satisfied I've done a good job on it, you pull away and lie back between my legs, tracing the (still turned off) vibe around the tops of my thighs and over my lips, just barely brushing my swollen clit. 'Mmmm oh please Sir, fuck me with it' I moan softly, aching to feel any kind of pressure in my cunt, knowing it'll really only make the need worse. nn'Hmm?' You murmur, pretending you haven't heard me, forcing me to repeat it, the desperation you heard last night edging my voice again. 'Oh, you mean this' you say, sliding the vibe deep into my soaking cunt, rocking it back and forth gently. Keening softly in my throat, I rock slightly back against you as you turn it on, pulsing my cunt hard around it on every downstroke. 'Ah ah, don't get too excited slut, if you cum without my permission I'll cane your ass til its purple' You say, flicking your tongue lightly over my clit on the last word. nnI tense up hard under you as I get more excited, trying to concentrate on anything but the sensations you're giving me. A few strokes later I'm unable to control myself, my hips grinding in time to meet the vibe, struggling harder now as I beg you to stop, 'Mmmm Sir please, stop, mmm I'm so close, I can't stand it much longer, please.' But you just speed up as I plead you to stop, pushing me to the very edge til I'm almost hysterical trying to hold back, only then gradually slowing down and finally turning the toy off.nnAs I relax back on the bed, temporarily exhausted from trying so hard to hold back, I shudder as you pull the vibe from my well fucked hole, glancing down at you as you bring it up to my mouth. 'Don't stop til every last drop of your fuckjuices have been swallowed' you order, sliding the vibe deep into my mouth as I suck and lick just as eagerly as before, hungry for my own juices. 'Now Slut, I'm sure you're wondering when you'll be allowed cum.' Knowing better than to say anything, I just keep licking and sucking the vibe, glancing at you warily as you go on.

Added: 293 days ago by dimm

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Lucky Lesbians

Another great anthology of erotica that I highly recommend is SwitchHitters, edited by Carol Queen and Lawrence Schimel. I purchased this book for the main purpose that it included a short story from Laura Antoniou, the author of The Marketplace series. Her particular entry in this anthology is about one of the characters from the premiere book in that series, also called The Marketplace. However this book even without this story by Laura Antoniou is a delight.nnThe idea behind the anthology is hot gay porn. The premise as described on the cover is lesbians write gay male erotica and gay men write lesbian erotica. And they all do it so well! Some of them, especially the women, it is hard to believe they were not born with a cock.nnThe book contains an eclectic mix of stories. The first one up, "I Fucked a Girl" by Matthew Rettenmund, is a story about first times. It is a coming out story which is not unusual to be found in a collection of stories all of which virtually deal with homosexuality in its variety of forms.nnThe second story, "Poster Boy" by Carol Queen deals with a different type of first time for a very out homosexual. This one learns about the act through a variety of toys.nnThe third story, "Renga" by Kevin Kilian, is about a lesbian poet working on a renga. Her obsessive nature gets the best of her as she learns about herself while she works upon her obsession.nnThe fourth story, "Posing" by Blake C. Aarens, explores homosexuality in the African-American community. It also is a charming tale of how often one dreams of having what one thinks they cannot have but in the end they can have and will get it if they try hard enough.nnThe fifth story is "Cowgrrrl in the Darkke" by Thomas Roche. In it, the author explores Goth culture as well as transgendering.

Added: 294 days ago by david

Time: 02:30
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Lesbians playing around

You've written your story, edited it within an inch of its life, and are all ready to show it to the world. You open a submission page and – what's this? Story Tags? What the bleep is a Story Tag?nnThe larger any archive grows, the more important organization becomes. Separating stories into our current categories helps connect readers with stories they'll enjoy, but it is not a perfect system. Story Tags – keywords and key phrases that relate to a specific story – are a complement to the current categories. nnStory Tags are placed at the end of your story. When a reader clicks on a tag, it takes him or her to a list of other stories which also have that phrase or word as a tag. What tags you use can determine just how easy it is for interested readers to find your story (or poem – see the end of this piece for Poem Tag suggestions).nnFor example, suppose your story centers around a virgin girl in college who is caught masturbating by her roommate. This confrontation leads to her first lesbian experience, then to a threesome with her roommate's boyfriend. Possible tags for this story could include:ncollegencoednlesbian first timenfemale masturbationnFFMntwo women one mannfemale virginnthreesomenbisexual femalenroommatennThe best tags are ones that are descriptive and specific. "Female Masturbation" is a better tag than "Masturbation", but "Female Masturbating By A Tree Near A School" is a bit long and overly specific. nnWhat Not to put as Story Tags:n- Your author name.n- The story's title.n- The category in which the story is posted.n- Words or phrases that have nothing to do with your story. If there are no public blowjobs in your story but you use "public blowjob" as a tag, you risk receiving low votes and angry comments from readers looking for public blowjobs.n- Generics like "sex", "man", or "woman".

Added: 294 days ago by david

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Lucky Lesbians

Dorothy Michaels sat in classes all day wondering how her mother was going to take her news. How was she going to tell her in the first place? Would she be open minded to something like that? Dorothy couldn't help it. She figured that that was the way she was, and she had to accept it. Her mother would have to accept it also.nn'She could forget about grandchildren,' Dorothy thought.nnJust because she never had sex with boys, was she a lesbian? Just because she was attracted to her best friend, Jessica Chalmers, did that make her a lesbian?nnShe's been out on dates before, but she' had to tell all the guys "no," she wasn't that 'kind of a girl.' nnWhat kind of a girl was she?nnShe masturbated frequently, but always thinking of her beautiful friend. She got chills every time she was near her.nnSo, was this eighteen year old virgin a lesbian?nnShe was definitely confused by this whole mess.nnBut today was the day. She was going to confront her mother with this news. Maybe she would be understanding.nnAs the last bell rang Dorothy swallowed hard.nn'Here we go.

Added: 294 days ago by david

Time: 02:29
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Cheerleader plays

This is not a true story. But if it were, would you be surprised?nn* * * * * *nnTHE FEELINGS BEGINnnAnn Coulter, political firebrand, stood in front of her bathroom mirror and dropped her shorts. Her nicely shaved, completely bare pussy gleamed in the light. She admired her pussy in the mirror, turning to different angles to see its smoothness. She lightly touched the crack in the middle, feeling the warm furrow that was now bereft of hair. She pushed her finger in and wiggled it around. Then she brought her finger to her nose and sniffed.nn"Good," she said to her reflection. "No sign of odor." She looked at the can of Fem-B-Gone on her vanity. The words on the can read, "Leaves no trace of unwanted feminine odor." Indeed, it had done its job well, so well that her friends down at the Center for Traditional Womanhood jokingly called it Tuna-B-Gone. nnThere was no longer any sign that her cunt was that of a grownup woman. Ann knew that her can of Fem-B-Gone was produced en masse in China, where poverty-stricken people worked with dangerous fumes and bad working conditions just so that she could turn her pussy into a slick ad for the fashion-chemical business. She admired the economic efficiency and the profit that this product entailed.nnShe returned to admiring her bald cunt. Then she turned around and stuck out her bony rear end. She spread the cheeks and ran her fingers up and down her crack. It, too, was smooth.

Added: 294 days ago by david

Time: 13:07
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Take This Down! ( 1 )

Stephanie had lived on the vineyard her parents owned for most of her childhood years. As it was a large estate she didn't have anyone to interact with other than her younger sister, Sally. They were taught primary schooling from their Mother and took tests by mail. However, for a high school education at the time Stephanie was ready, the only option was to go to boarding school so her parents selected the best girls college in the city, about 400 kilometers from their house. She packed all her things and was taken to her new school feeling unsure about what to expect. When she arrived, she was greeted by a pretty young teacher who helped her to her room. For the first year, all the new girls shared a supervised dorm so the got to know each other. Stephanie felt strangely comfortable in her new surroundings, and she enjoyed her classes. The only thing that bugged her a bit were the uniforms. She was used to jeans and tee shirts at home, now she had to ware a pleated skirt knee-high stockings a satin blouse and jacket with a purple silk scarf. The school even had matching lingerie that the girls had to ware. They could choose between bra and panties with suspenders, french-knickers with camisoles or teddies, but they always had to be wearing them. Stephanie didn't think much of it at first, but in her second year at the school she was put in an unsupervised room with a girl two years ahead of her. This was when her real education began.nnThe older girl, Natalie, told Stephanie that she was a lesbian. She knew what that meant of-course, but she didn't know why Natalie told her, so she inquired. Natalie said that after three years at 'Queen Victoria Girls College' she couldn't be anything else.nn"You see Steph, at this school, the only time we get to see the outside world is at Christmas, so for the other 11 months we only have each other."nnShe was right, Stephanie hadn't realised but she only left for one month over the holidays, that didn't mean they had school the whole time, just that the other breaks came in the school grounds. She didn't mind that Natalie was gay, actually she liked it.

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