(Posted to Literotica to mark the Halloween season, this story fulfills a request from a reader, James A, for a satin fetish story.) Count Gregor Arninov towered over his elegantly dressed host and hostess in the foyer of their winter dacha as his sleigh was being brought around. He was leaning over them and holding the admiral's wife's small silk-gloved ha...
I was bleary-eyed at eight in the morning. When I got to work, I grabbed a bagel from the pantry and headed to my desk to boot up my computer. I listened to my voicemail while eating and then logged onto the internet to do some research on the real estate market. I was always looking for new land to buy. An instant message window popped up in the corner of...
As we stumbled out of the bar, after a pretty heavy night of drinking, four men in leather masks accosted us. One grabbed my girlfriend and put a gun to her head, the another one linked his arm in mine, pressing a gun to my ribs and hissed, "don't do anything stupid, or you'll wear her brains all over your nice leather jacket." They led us to a car parked i...
"Cross!" yelled Michael. Kieran booted the soccer ball from the right line of the field to Michael who was on far post of the goal. Michael headed the ball and it swished into the net before the goalie had a chance to react. They all heard the three long blasts of the whistle that signaled the end of the game. Michael's goal, with Kieran's assist, had pulle...
I loved the texture of his pants on my face. I loved the feel of his mysterious snake through his clothes and its movement on my face. But what thrilled me the most was the smell. I could smell his balls. I knew from jerking off what sweaty balls smelled like. I kissed and kissed his balls and his mammoth lump. I was now off the chair on my knees on the deck...
I strolled down Folsom street heading towards one of the better known gay S&M stores nestled in the heart of San Francisco. Though I had no idea what the weekend held in store for me, I found myself nonetheless excited to be visiting again and yet, just beneath that electric excitement was a sense of nervousness about entering a gay adult shop. I was after...
This story continues right from Part 1. You don't really need to read it, but it wouldn't hurt. ___________________________ As I'm ferociously tugging at my cock, I suddenly hear his voice in my head, "only I tell you when you get to cum". I drop my cock, it stands straight up, leaking a small drop of precum, begging to be touched, begging to cum again....
AUTHOR'S NOTE: While each chapter is a story in its own right, you will probably enjoy them more if you have already read the series Chris Donaldson, as well as Chapters 1-4 of Mr. One Fifty-Eight. The characters' back stories are revealed there. All characters depicted in this story are over 18. ***** Chris paced antsily back and forth, eyeing the windows...
When our family bought the house, we knew what we were getting into. The place was a bargain but it was old and it needed a lot of renovating. My parents were sure they could make a nice place out of it though. They saw it as an investment. That's why the house was in constant state of reconstruction for the past year. Eventually, my siblings and I got used...
I had spent four hours eating the sweaty asshole of Lt. Colonel Robert Andrews, a ruggedly handsome, quirky stud. I was exhausted, but deliriously excited. It was too good to be true. My tongue had been so far up Robert's ass that I thought I'd burst a blood vessel in my tongue, the way it maniacally and desperately stretched to go deep, deep into him and ex...