I sat there, Tuesday night, with the phone in hand, knowing deep down that there was no way I wasn't going to call him. The experience had left me shaken and confused. I knew I wasn't gay. I knew I wasn't attracted to men. But there was something about him. I couldn't stop thinking about it. The sound of his voice ordering me to do things that I had never th...
Everyone wants me to admit I have a drinking problem. My lawyer said it is an important part of the plea agreement; my boss told me he'd keep my job open and I can return to work after my 30-day house arrest. Okay, sure, fine...sometimes I get a little hammered after work and on my day off but who doesn't? Anyway, I got into this mess because the cops said...
I'm in Room 535. Hurry! he texted. Mitch set the door slightly ajar. He was waiting and pacing in the hotel room, waiting and pacing. He closed the curtains, turned out the lights, and checked the door. Still open a crack. Waiting for his Sweet Boy, Robbie, in the dark. The door opened slightly, sending a shaft of light into the room. "Dad? Are you there?...
Author's Note: So, here's my second story submitted to Literotica. I had intended to write a follow-up to "Daddy's Girl," my first submission, but I had to get this one down first. It's based on personal experience and I've been 'itching' to put it down on paper. Hope you like it. The Chat Room Alex was bored. In fact, he felt his life was pretty boring. A...
I would like to start by saying I am new to writing so I hope you don't judge me too hard on my literary naivety. Nor am I experienced in Bondage or Master Slave relationships. This story is pure fantasy from my part and is about what I find erotic and stimulating. Please bear this in mind when reading the story. I hope you find it as stimulating reading as...
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....
There was blood dripping from his brow, he noticed vaguely. The cut wasn't serious, but the sticky sensation across the left side of his face, where the dried blood was making it's decent, was rather unsettling. He was more immediately concerned with his ship, Revelry, and the fact that she was most likely being scrapped for parts at this very moment. It was...
"BILLY, STOP IT!!" cried out the slender blonde boy as he struggled to break free from the firm grip of his taller and stronger friend. Billy had come up behind John and bear-hugged him; his hands roaming freely over the smaller boy's chest; squeezing his breasts and pinching his nipples. Suddenly, the older boy grabbed John's hips and pulled him backwards...
Note: story contains rough sex, dominance, and violent themes. * I've always been the type of man into really feminine boys. I like skinny little twinks who want to be fucked and roughed up by a real man. Nothing makes me harder than a pussyboy begging to ride my hard cock and moaning "Daddy" as I slide in and out of his tight hole. I'm 6'-2", solid muscl...
It's Monday, and Mondays always seem to suck. I suspect that it is a universal experience, returning to work after a couple of days off. It kind of highlights all the "have-to's" and makes things seem less fun. For my job there are lots of extra tasks piled onto Mondays to make them even more of a pain in the ass. So, I am not leaping into this day with joy...