Simply being the only one naked makes me feel so alive... to be ogled, fondled, bound and displayed... my degree of aliveness was greater than ever in my life. So beyond naked, so owned, bound, displayed... the air on my skin, their eyes on my helplessly exposed nudity, and trickling love juices... I was brought to the table again but this time to kneel b...
Of course it was all so absurd. So Jess had been Dyke Grappler Champion for 14 years. The whole thing was a show to get money off gullible people, mainly men who could not resist their dark sadistic side. They liked to see women fight each other, to hear their cries of anguish and pain. The whole thing was an insult to women and particularly lesbians, limiti...
"Oh Shit!" I cursed as I lined up at the end of a long, slow moving immigration lineup. After a long trans-atlantic flight, I just wanted to check into my hotel and stand under a hot shower. Five or six plane loads of men, women and screaming children had lined up ahead of me. It was a warm humid day and the air-conditioners were fighting a losing battle to...
The car bounced up in down with the familiar rhythm of the dirt road's potholes. Cassie had grown used to clutching the hot leather seats as her father's beat-up Christler rattled, but this time she was the one driving. Other than that, the road into Camp Lambda looked the same as it ever had - the same ankle-length green grass, the same cabins off in the di...
Authors Note: This is not a stand-alone story, it is an extended epilogue to another story of mine, 'How Hazel Became Oak.' Which you can also find on Literotica. Don't read this without reading the other story first, this will make no sense on its own. I wrote this in response to a reader comment, with which, having thought about it, I agreed. It replaces...
The Priestess and the Brat - Book II Ligeia's Tale Chapter 1. Note: This is a work of fiction and any resemblance of any characters to any persons, real or fictitious, is purely coincidental and unintentional. Note 2: This work includes themes of a graphic sexual nature and involves person who, although entirely fictional, are all above the legal age o...
"That's what we need to get for Jean's room," Becks said sotto-voiced to Tess, making sure that Jean wasn't close enough to overhear her remark. "What? Where? What the hell are you talking about?" Tess asked in genuine confusion "That," Becks' replied, pointing to an old, antique ballpark turnstile, the kind that counted entrants. "Hmmmph," Tess remarked,...
Hanna stood in her Greenwich Village studio apartment admiring the table she had set. The fine china, crystal glasses, and good silverware elevated the Shabbat dinner she was about to have with Jovita. A pair of Shabbat candles glowed in silver candlesticks on the window sill. A bustling nightlife was visible through the window, but inside, everything was ca...
Emily and Jo were sitting in their dorm room studying for there finals. Emily was freaking out about her finals. She was so worried that she was going to fail them. This is was her second time taking two of the finals. The first time was last semester half way through the exam she forgot everything. Jo on the other hand was not worried at all. She is complet...
I have a confession to make, well it's actually two confessions. The first is a confession that will allow you to understand the significance of the second confession. Anyway, I have a confession to make. First, I need to tell you about my best friend, Anna (not her real name, there are some of you who will read this, who know her and I appreciate your confi...