I was a happily married 25-year-old guy living in a Monterey loft apartment with my wife of two years. Madison was a couple of years younger than I and we were enjoying all the pleasures that come with a young relationship. I worked in finance and she was just starting out at a local hospital while part-time bartending a couple of times a week to supplem...
INTRODUCTION This is the story of how I underwent three regression therapy sessions with surprising revelations about my present life, love and personal circumstances Chapter 1: Opening Scene It was 7pm and I was beginning to get nervous, wondering if this was such a good idea after all. For the umpteenth time I had glanced at my watch, looked out of li...
This is the story of how a whole bunch of locals, almost all of whom were over 60, found ourselves renovated, refreshed, rejuvenated and freshly horny. Oh we weren't all physically transported back in time and neither were we truly rejuvenated but we certainly had years knocked off our mental ages and years added onto our sex lives too! I'm not entirely cer...
A few words of explanation to start off with. This story was originally written as a serial on my blog, and I've compressed about a quarter of it into this first installment. The nice part of that? No hideously long waits for the next part! It's the least I can do. The story itself is a spinoff of a previous story of mine posted on Literotica, entitled Bond...
Scott Clark hated his whiteness. He wasn't able to articulate it exactly in that way; he claimed to be coming to terms with his submissive nature and his overwhelming desire to serve the Black race. Had he been a bit more self-aware, a bit more introspective, he could have accurately described his self-hatred as stemming from his inherent need to feel superi...
The next day brought little change to Natham's condition. He was still heavily medicated but had stopped hissing at the staff and let them touch him in order to help him without being sedated. I sat with him for a few hours. He kept waking up when I shifted but after a quick check to make sure I was still there, he would knead my hand caught between his, pur...
It seemed like we stared at each other forever, although it was probably only a few seconds. Still, the eye contact was long enough for Evan to be weirded out by my flabbergasted expression that was no doubt painting my face. If he was indeed weirded out, though, he didn't let on because he didn't break eye contact. Now, you might think it was a 'romantic mo...
This story contains femdom, gay conversion, extreme humiliation, BDSM aspects, and frankly, is fairly extreme. If you enjoy it, please check out Power Trip, by wally_west, who inspired this story. * The next month went be in a blur for Nicholas. Every couple of days he would experience something new. While he now had exorbitantly more free time due to his...
Adrenaline fueled me back to Raleigh. It was daunting to realize that everything I had worked for all my life was suddenly slipping through my fingers. It wasn't just the job I was afraid of losing. I loved my work and there wasn't a day that I regretted what I did. I was a proud American that loved serving my country. I think what was troubling me most was...
I appreciate all the comments you guys have made. It is easy for someone to give advice of my finding an editor or proof-reader, but hard for me to do it. I don't know anyone who would do it and I have been in contact with a couple of people, but never heard back from them. I tried real hard to find all the mistakes in this chapter. I am not a professional w...