Let me say that I have a passion for Second Life dancing, an activity that can keep me up late into the night. For a while I gave it up for less strenuous activities like sleeping, but, once I got another little taste, I got hooked again, and I found that I absolutely cannot go without. I'll shake my ass to almost anything: Hi-NRG, house, techno, Chicago, pr...
My first time. Her name was Brandi. She was new to town, and the first person to be openly gay in public. I had feelings an urges, and had experimented with a close friend, but experimenting was as far as I'd gone. It was our senior year in high school, and we were both 18 and in choir together. Now I lived in a small southern town. It was mostly old timer...
This is a work of fiction. All characters are not real and any resemblance to people living or dead is purely coincidental. This work was inspired by my chat with a lovely muse in Live Chat at Literotica.com. You know who you are and ... thank you very much... kisses & hugs. I would love to hear from you to help make me a better writer - Venus. * * * * * I...
Lisa closed her eyes, she could feel his rough hands on her smallish tits, pushing, pulling, it hurt her, but that was okay, it was the pain, for everything else. Her eyes snapped open. She was in a small room, walled in glass, high in the Chicago skyline. Her pantyhose were sticking to her, she felt flushed, warm. She fidgeted, waiting for the moment to p...
Copyright 2005 by the author, all rights reserved. * It had been a bad day at work. Our boss lady, Lydia, warned me in the afternoon meeting that Legal has to shape up. I didn't expect that sort of thing from her, not right after her trip to Boston. She has a way of ambushing me when I least expect it. What a bitch! Everyone else at the meeting looked at...
"I've come here to teach you a lesson, Claire," Catsuit Woman said to me, grinning. I looked her straight in the eyes and sighed, "What is your problem? Why am I on your list?" "I don't feel like now is the time for that question." "What's up with the catsuit? Whatever material you've used is terrible, your nipples are practically tearing through the fabr...
As I laid there in bed, enveloping her with my arms, lyrics came to mind. I sang softly under my breath to her. "If anything could ever feel this real forever, If anything could ever be this good again. The only thing I'll ever ask of you, You got to promise not to stop when I say when, She sang." She shuffled around in my arms and turned to face me. "Good...
It's the second day of March. The sky is still gray but I saw a robin in the yard this morning. It looked thin. I've been at the Sykesville Correctional Institute for Women for two weeks and one day. There are 529 days left on my sentence. I haven't had a visitor yet. The first thing my roommate told me when I got here was to stay away from Gattson. I did...
I tapped a pen against my lips, staring down at the card in my hands. It's been a week since I had Officer Laney Porter in the back of my car, and I couldn't stop thinking about her. I couldn't help but rub myself off every night to the thought of her tits in my mouth and my fingers in her pussy. I needed to call her and set something up. But what am I suppo...
[A note to readers: I know this story is taking a long time to get to the "good parts." But we're almost there, I promise.] *** No weekend had ever felt as long to Jenny as that one did. She and April kept telling each other not to get their hopes up, that there was a lot of competition for the ten spots, that it didn't really matter anyway. Deep down they...