This story is written by both Dice Casden and Kristi as part of the D&K Universe. This and all of the other stories we write are for entertainment purposes only. If you do not like what we choose to write about, Literotica offers many other stories for you to read instead. ****** Following his count-out loss to the Big Show during the first hour of the Oc...
The Club: Saturday, the 9th We slept the sleep of the dead. Neither of us moved much all night. Ann and I were still entangled when I woke. I looked down at her. Though it was a sin to wake her, I began to kiss the base of her neck and the earlobes. Most women have a spot there that drives them crazy and I was searching for hers. Soon, I found it and she...
I hate Mondays. I pulled myself out of bed. I could smell the coffee I had set the machine to make for me at 6:30am. I drank a cup, popped a piece of bread in the toaster, and made myself two scrambled eggs. I couldn't face eating anything so early, so I did my toilette (as the French would say) in the bathroom. I brushed my teeth, washed my face, checked m...
Whilst she was driving out of the car park she noticed two young lads who were staring at her intently. She also noticed the very prominent bulges in the front of their jeans. It wa obvious they had been watching. She pulled the car over and beckoned the boys over to her. One approached her sheepishly. “Have you been watching me?” she asked. “Did you enjoy...
Well, it's been a little over three years since I've been incarcerated. My wife, Lynne has been living with a 75 year old black man since her freedom from the man I killed, who had taken her down the road to her whoring life, not unwanted on her part though. Lynne still comes and visits me at least once a week, and informs me how her life is going, includin...
Author's Note: I've been asked several questions and figured I'd answer them here: First, Yes, I am real Second, Yes, Dildo Whore and Servant are real as well All these stories are written by Dildo Whore and are based on real occurrences. No, they aren't 100% real. He submits them to me as an offering, and if I find them exciting I publish them and he g...
The following story is in 10 parts and is a sequel to a little tale I wrote called the Baroness' Seat of Power. For those who have read my other stories, this one gets a little more intense than some of my others. There is more actual forced sex and abuse. If you don't like that sort of thing, this is not a story for you. Matilda Von Higgenpoof was miserabl...
Chapter 3 – The change in Melissa As I have written previously, I am trying to be a good wife. A loving mom to my daughters and a faithful wife to my husband. But the change in me – why now? What has happened to me? My husband walks in while my neighbor is fucking me. I behave myself for almost a year and my daughter's teacher fucks me? I needed help – I n...
This happened more than 20 years ago. It was only 1 o'clock and already it was turning out to be a good day. First; I was off work for the day, and second, on the seat beside me was a small paper bag with a pair of light blue thigh highs for my wife in it. I knew that when she got home tonight she would try them on with one of her mini skirts and some high...
As they drove toward the Marina, Linda was pleased, as Richard was beginning to look reasonably normal again after his confrontation with the spider. When they arrived he checked with the office for the slip number of the boat. "That would be slip number nine," said the Marina manager pointing down the wooden walk toward the right. Linda followed Richard a...