Lucy Lilithian Brown
I am a stay at home mum who loves writing erotic stories. Some of them are based on my own experiences, others are totally made up scenarios.
Katherine was a young student at university. She was in her first year of a 5year course. She had always been a clean-living kind of girl. University was a big wake up call. So many couples cavorting in the court yards. Drugs were prevalent and drink was so common. She kept herself to herself. She was in a dorm with 2 other girls, who were constantly talking to their friends about where they were going drinking, or who they were hooking up with. Katherine just sat quietly on her bed reading the material from her lectures. They had asked her numerous times to go with them, but she was not interested. She had asked numerous times if she could change rooms, but the student body would not let her. They thought that mixing with people who are more outspoken, that she might come out of her shell.
Peter was a private investigator who had been hired by a guy to follow his wife. He had been given her full profile and bio and was told all of her favourite haunts. He had also been given a photo and his client had told him that his wife was not very attractive but was still popular with men. Peter had thought she was quite pretty but said nothing.
Layla was at home with her flat mate Tony. They had shared a house for about 3 years and had a purely platonic relationship. They had become best friends over the years, and they did everything together. She told Tony all her secrets and he did likewise. Layla had recently been dumped by her boyfriend and had been inconsolable over the past week. Tony had been there for her, he had gotten her chocolate, wine, flowers and other presents just to cheer her up. It had worked for the most part but now they were sat in the living room watching tv. Well she was. Tony was fast asleep on the other sofa. The film was near the end and she had found it quite boring. She understood why Tony was asleep. As the film finished Tony stirred and changed position. He was now facing her. The way the room was set up, the 2 sofas faced each other so they could both lay down and chill whilst watching tv. She sat up and laid down the other way. She was feeling a little horny and she wanted to bring herself off before Tony awoke. The thought of him catching her mid masturbation was very exciting.
John had come home from university after the passing of his father the day before. He was to assist his mother in the arrangements as he was now master of the house. His 2 stepsisters (1 from his fathers first marriage, the other from his second) were already at the house. They had all grown up together in the big house, so they were all accustomed to where their rooms were. The girls had always dressed the same when they were growing up, but they led completely different lives now. Lorraine was into horses being a professional 3-day eventer and Samantha was a gothic artist. They had all shared a wing of the house and had spent many years running the halls and stairs playing hide and seek. John always had to find them first and they were always in the same spot together. When it was his turn to hide, they were cruel and left him to do something else. Despite this he loved them both. Maybe he loved them both a bit too much.
Jess and Matt were out in the car having a lovely drive in the countryside. I was a beautiful warm day; the sun was shining not a cloud in the sky. The music was blaring through the car speakers, the windows down. They pulled over into a secluded spot for a picnic. They lay out the rug and set the food out on it. They settled down to enjoy their food and talked about the past week in their respective jobs. They didn’t see each other much during the week due to both having full time jobs that conflicted in shifts. They snuggled up close and lay there looking up in the sky. Jess had her head resting on Matt’s lap as he stroked her hair. She turned her head to look up at her boyfriend, she told him how much she loved him, and he responded with a kiss to the forehead. She reached up and put her hand on the back of his head and pulled him in for a kiss. It was a gentle kiss, a long lingering kiss that contained so much emotion. He responded with a harder kiss. His tongue running along her lips until she parted her own. His tongue slipped inside her mouth and they wrestled. They both had feelings stirring in their loins, but she pulled away. She turned around and sat on his lap. Her hands running through his hair and she pulled him back in for another kiss. He wrapped his arms around her and hugged her while they deeply kissed.
It was a beautiful sunny afternoon and me and Jane decided to go for a walk down by the local river. It was so quiet and no-one else was around. It was unusual as this place was nearly always packed out with people. We walked past fields of cows and horses. The birds were singing in the trees and it was peaceful. We had travelled a few miles and we decide to sit on the bank and dip our feet in the river.
My friend Sarah worked very hard as a solicitor. She had recently been recruited by one of the biggest firms in London and was either on her phone or her computer for 14 hours every day. She had been given one of the firm’s biggest clients to work with and it was taking up all her time. I couldn’t remember the last time she had been out socialising; it had certainly been months. The last time I saw her, she looked exhausted. She had been given some respite and she was coming to visit me. I had the whole weekend planned for us and I was excited. She arrives at mine on Friday afternoon, we were taking my jet to Geneva, taking in a show, a meal then onto a spa for the rest of the weekend. I was determined to get her to relax and she had promised to leave her laptop and phone at my house.
I played Sunday football for a women’s league and I have been told I am one of the best in our league. I had been playing in the first half on this Sunday, but I had been injured just before half-time. The coach had checked me over and decided I shouldn’t continue in the second half as we had a cup match the following weekend and he wanted me fit for that game. This meant an early bath for me. I returned to the changing room and got in the shower. I was busy washing my hair when I heard movement behind me. As I turned, my blood boiled, the bitch who had injured me with a rough sliding tackle was standing behind me. I kept my cool and resumed washing my long hair. Next thing I knew she was stood in the next shower along. I turned my back to her, not wanting another confrontation with her as my coach would be pissed if I did. Suddenly, I was slammed into the wall. I tried to push back to get her off, but my hands were soapy and had no grip. She pushed her full weight into me, and I was unable to shake her. She told me to settle down and listen to her. I calmed myself and went quiet. I could feel her hands on my back and naked crotch level with my butt. I was uncomfortable with the situation but thought if I didn’t fight back, she would leave me alone. She leant into me and spoke quietly into my ear. She told me that she was glad that she hadn’t hurt me to much but that the coach would want to keep me fit for the next weekend and send me back to the changing rooms. This is why she had got herself sent off so she could join me here and know we would have time before the rest of the teams showed up.