The mewling sounds grew louder as Jian reached for the door knob. Brittney tried to figure out if the sounds were coming from a male or female. They were so low pitched that she couldn't really be sure. As much as she loved Paul, she hoped that the sounds were coming from Amanda. Her stomach roiled and she fought the urge to vomit. She buried her face betwee...
Happy Birthday to me...Friday April 24th was my four year anniversary of joining Literotica.com, so as a special treat, four new stories in one go! * Author's note: If you haven't read part one -- A Night To Remember -- that might help provide a little context :P this is a transsexual story about love, confusion and exploring a new world of sex. Enjoy! --...
*The stillness of a pond rarely betrays its depths* (Noxii -- the hurtful ones (Latin); was the term used for Roman gladiators put into the arena without training to die for the crowd's amusement) (The Committee of Public Safety wasn't a committee and didn't keep people safe) (This story is ridiculous -- It would never happen; parents and law enforcement...
Author's note: My uncle Ron died recently. While sifting through his files, I found journal folders marked MY STORY, containing accounts of his life. I have adapted and edited these notes and will post them when I can. These stories include bisexuality, incest, interracial and mature and group sex, etc. All sexual activity depicted here involves persons at l...
CHAPTER THREE – CONSEQUENCES The gutter press Sammy Ferris pulled the brim of his hat further down across his narrow eyes as he stood nonchalantly opposite the block of flats. This was where he loved to be, in the thick of the action. Not that there actually was any action as yet. But he'd be ready when it came his way. He likened himself to one of the n...
Martha was delirious with pleasure and excited beyond reason. The added decadence of watching Jack and Darlene, Cindy and John as they began to engage in what could only be described as an all out orgy had her at fever pitch. Mark sat watching along with her as she sat in his lap astride his stiff cock slowly fucking herself up and down upon his shaft. "Do...
My name's Mark Dowd, and until a few months ago I was a corporate lawyer with Crombie, Noble, Hansen and Petrie, one of the giants of American law, with offices in New York and half a dozen other major cities across the country, plus London, Paris and Rome. I'm 31, six-feet-one tall and, if I say so myself, good looking, with typical black Irish features --...
The sun had set on yet another gorgeous winter day. Molly Hunter had sat on the porch of her small Colorado home, watching the sky transform through a series of vibrant oranges, reds, and pinks, until, finally, the sun had completed it's descent behind the mountains. This time of year, those beautiful sunsets were the only real color anyone had to enjoy. Mol...
A story inspired by the Nine Inch Nails' 'The Great Below.' I'd suggest listening to it while you read this one! * As the sun was going down, sinking silently into the horizon, I was listening to her explain in her half-angry, half-apologetic tone why she had decided to end our three-month long relationship. When I say 'listening,' I mean that in the loose...
This is a work of fiction and all characters are aged over 18. The story covers many themes but Group Sex appeared to be the most applicable category. Votes and comments are always welcome. ------------------------------- The Coopers met the Mitchells at a dusty caravan park half way across the Nullabor Plain. They struck up a conversation -- as often hap...