Chapter 1 The house in an upscale Phoenix neighborhood looked impressive from the outside. A two-storied rock façade mini-mansion set back from the street. It looked like all the houses in the neighborhood, including the large iron gates to keep out snoopy people and the police. Not that there was anything really illegal going on in the house, but the poo...
Working out's always had a strange fascination for me. I remember looking at pictures of bodybuilders as a teen and feeling a dangerous nervous chill that made my hair stand on end and settled deep in my gut in mysterious ways. It made me shut down my computer and vow not to look at them, but I always returned. And when I started working out after graduatin...
I decided to get serious and sign up at a local gym. It wasn't that I was fat, but I wanted to get a toned look. I hadn't been in a gym in years. I was almost overwhelmed the first day I showed up. All these guys all pumped up made me feel inadequate. I had a workout regimen I was going to follow and it took me about forty-five minutes to complete. I finishe...
This is the conclusion to the Casey Trilogy. Enjoy! ***** So here we were. The night was finally here. The high school reunion. Awhile back, Casey said he'd had big plans for me tonight and I couldn't help wondering what he'd had in store for me. It's been a couple of months since Casey turned me into one of his cocksuckers, and he's kept my mouth busy le...
/* */ This exercise came as a result of a role play. Whether it works or not, I'm not sure. But from a fantasy standpoint, the idea of a homosexual act stemming from heterosexual lust was an intriguing and different concept. Special thanks to April and her hot mind. * Kevin couldn't completely complain with his schooling arrangements. A full scholarship t...
*This story involves gay incest* *** My son Bobby moved in with me as soon as he graduated from high school. His mother and I had divorced when he was 10 and even he, at the time, agreed that it was best he live with her. Not to put too fine a point on it and with all bias intended, my ex-wife is a total cunt. During the years Bobby lived with her their r...
It was a slow night at Iron Works Gym. Outside the rain pounded the parking lot and washed away the remnants of what had been another routine day. Another routine day in a long, line of routine days. There were only a few guys working out that night and we were all scattered into our own workout zones. The clanking of plates drowned out the music the gym pl...
Some people are really weird about handshakes. Like, obviously it isn't polite to be limp-wristed, but some people seem to think "firm handshake" means "I'm going to try to crush your hand." It's almost like a power move, a display of dominance. I don't see the point in it. Whenever I meet a new client, I shake their hands firmly, but not forcefully at all...
Bob watched his wife Jackie pull on her satin panties, the smooth fabric tightening over the curve of her hips and pulled taut over the globes of her ass cheeks. His cock, still slick from their morning in bed, pulsed back to life. She turned and smiled at him, her pouty lips drawn up under her aquiline nose, her tousled blonde hair, curling over her shoulde...
Note: Please refer to http://www.literotica.com/s/my-sexy-husband for part 1. Several weeks had gone by since that one revealing episode in the gym. Many sleepless nights had been spent trying to wrap my head around what I had seen. The shock of seeing my husband intimate with another man still had not worn off. Every night I would lie in bed, slowly bring...