I've known a few people that have had some passing luck pursuing love in the way -- perhaps -- a cheetah stalks then runs down a gazelle, and I've enjoyed watching friends' mad dashes through the urban landscape in about the same way you might enjoy watching a National Geographic special on, say, the Big Cats of the Serengeti. You see the cat slipping throug...
Summary: Fantasy of being a submissive slut comes true for 1 night. NOTE 1: This is my 50th story to be released. With that in mind, I decided to do something a little special...I hope. Readers often ask if my stories are true. In almost all my stories there are just specks of the real me in them. Most are just naughty fantasies I wish I had the chance to l...
This is the final chapter of this story. Hope you enjoy it. I'll be heading back to work on Monday and I do not know when I will get time to write more. Maybe I'll get another one done before the end of the year. In the meantime if you have questions or observations please go to the forum thread I created for this series. http://forum.literotica.com/showthr...
Author's Note: This is, first and foremost, a romantic story. However, I should warn you now, the leads are one female and one 'futa' character. Before you run away, I would like to say that this is not a major focal point in the plot, a character just happens to be one. For those that don't know, this is a character who is all women in almost every way, exc...
Very slow build to sex. Apologies for mistakes-no editor. Comments/criticisms welcome. silkcita ***** Chris settled behind his desk and prepared for the day's last interview. There had been many. With the financial downturn in the area, the pool of attractive women willing to type and file and take a load of jizz was large. Most had offered to blow him at...
Part 2: Out of the Closet When I finally revealed my love of spanking, or more precisely, self spanking, to my husband it was not at all planned. Our two daughters had gone to a friend's birthday party in the afternoon and we got a phone call from the mother hosting the party to ask if it was all right if the girls stayed for the night. We said it was fine...
This is not the standard boiler plate interracial story of black dominance or cuckolded sissy's. It is a romance between a white widower and a black girl from the ghetto. Thank you for all of the great comments I've received on other stories, I trust this will be to your liking as well. ***** As I stood in front of my dresser struggling to put in cufflink...
Chapter 13. Mandeep Singh. Jimmy and I lifted the inert body from the stretcher to the treatment table. Liz began to cut away clothing as I checked for wounds. There was a leg wound, just above the knee. The bullet, or whatever had made it was still in there. The chest wound was high and to the right, if he was lucky it had missed anything vital. I checked...
The universe was unfolding according to plan. Every choice I made in my life seemed to be the right one. I was known as 'Lucky Les'... little did I know, that would soon change to 'Luckless'. -- The love of my life was my 35 year old wife Casey, 5'7", 130 pounds, all woman. She taught math and Phys Ed in a neighborhood high school, the latter subject being...
Susan sat smugly in the back of the FBI vehicle. Mr. Asshole Mark Miller, big time FBI creep couldn't tell the difference between amniotic fluid and piss. She looked over and leered, "If I lose my baby I'll see that you're screwed; screwed but good." Agent Miller silently gnashed his teeth. The vehicle sped on into the night. It was a huge SUV, but had no...