(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...
The pickup basketball game at the dorm ran late and I had to get out to the polo field lickety-split or I'd miss the start of practice. So, I stripped off my T and used it to dry off my chest and pits, tossed it in the backseat of the trusty vintage T-Bird convertible, and roared off toward the mountains, toward the practice field at the Moss Grove winery in...
Alkibiades When I arrived at campus the next day we found out that our class today was canceled due to the teacher being in a car accident. From what I heard from the other students, the teacher was fine. That was our only class today so Steven decided to go off on his own as he had planned. Leaving me to my thoughts on this table in the courtyard. I began...
This is one of a series of stories that revolve around the hand-rolled cigar and the men who use them, smoke them and make them, and it was inspired by the following paragraph- During the same period, cigar smoking had become so popular among gentlemen in Britain and France that European trains introduced smoking cars to accommodate them, and hotels and clu...
Okay so last time he had just stuck the stogie in my mouth. I was tasting my first puffs of premium cigar smoke and it was good! I took lots of quick little puffs, as if concerned about it being all the way lit, the cigar moved up and down in my mouth. I saw it jutting way out in the middle of my peripheral vision, and thought, hey, wow, I'm smoking a cigar....
This story doesn't follow the same angel as in Angel Ch.1. This is its own story. All characters 18+. More soon to come. Comments and favorites really help me put out these chapters sooner, favorite it or leave a comment if you like. Enjoy! ***** "Angel, sir sit up." I was woken up from sleep by someone shaking me. Then I heard my teachers voice asking m...
Terry was the first experienced gay man I'd been with. Though sex with Michael was still hot as fuck, Terry just knew more. I saw Michael the night after my Terry episode. I couldn't help but tell him all about it, and he was knocked out. "Wow babe, You're really getting wild! " he intoned. "Well I'm just experimenting. I thought that's what me and you we...
Ben was feeling playful as his loving wife and he started to go to sleep. Ben draped an arm over her waist wanting to initiate some foreplay and let his hand come over her gown to her pussy. He started to cup her pussy wanting to sensually feel her crotch and legs. Pamela pushed his hand away. Ben thought for a second and started to sensually and lightly rub...
I was behind the bar at the Wild Goose that very same night. The owners, Carla and Johnny Lake, wanted to attract a younger crowd and generally make the place more hip. That made me grin to myself, but I nodded seriously. They were very clear that they wanted to hear any ideas I had to change the image of the place and draw people in. Ideas? This hick town w...
By the time I've plunged the coffee and made a pile of buttered toast, I'm a bit calmer. In control of myself enough that I think I can manage a silent cuppa rather than screaming 'fuck off and away out of my life', the moment I see him. He's still glistening with water, hair in tiny wee wet spikes, with a towel tucked round his waist. A hand towel. It ju...