"We're in trouble," said Myrna. Her blonde hair had been bleached white by many days in the sun. Her sunburnt skin was peeling. Her lips were cracked. She trudged along the dirt road in men's boots that were too big for her and giving her blisters. In one hand she carried an empty bucket which had contained water. She and Elsteen had had nothing to drink sin...
Chapter Five -- "The Bloody One" There was an interruption of Danka's studies from the end of September until the end of October. The Church staff, like everyone else in the country, had to put forth all of their energy into harvesting and preserving food for the winter. The men hauled bushels of firewood and charcoal, along with fruit, vegetables, and vine...
Chapter 02 Mukherjee completes his union with Rohini From an idea by Dalhia57 with the kind authorization to insert one of her poems from Black_rose3367 Mukherjee then caught Rohini's legs up and roughly pulled her to the centre of the bed. He inched on his knees until he rested just at the apex of her legs. His impressive cock kept throbbing wildly with...
Some men do better alone than others. I do better with a healthy female companion who enjoys being active, talking, kissing and touching. However, after "losing" my wife of thirty years to Alzheimer's, three years ago, I found that I was really out of practice as how to approach the "modern woman." I'm healthy, successful and attentive but was not getting an...
At eighty-three Geoff Weetman was still active, admittedly not as spry as in his youth and with a lot of curses for the stiffness of his joints, but active nevertheless. Although a member of a number of social clubs and groups, he was lonely and had been for the past fifteen years following the death of his wife, he smiled at the memory of her. Their time to...
I was at work one day when I turned around to see a beautiful, nervously timid young face looking at me. "This is our programming department. They handle the technical problems with our product." She was a new employee, being shown around. Tall, long straight dirty blond hair, she might be called big if she weren't so tall. Almost my height! Too young for th...
Do you think that I felt obliged to start again with sex, after each serious "incident" in our life? That I did it for my man only? Well, I did NOT feel "obliged": I NEEDED to restart with sex. Sooner or later. If not, if I kept howling to the moon, without reacting, depriving myself and my man of sex, of the consolation it could give, in the name of the sor...
Though I must apologize to my wonderful readers who are hungry for more "Orgasm Torture" for not posting any installments lately, I hope that this "early work" of mine will amuse and arouse them. There a hundreds of fantasies that take place in all-female academic settings (and that's just in *my* mind!) but hopefully, you will find this one different enough...
Author's note. A warning to all readers, everything that follows is of course pure fantasy, it is not my, or my partner's life style; neither are we promoting it as normal practice. As a new contributor to Literotica I naively allowed public comment to be enabled, thinking that I would receive at least constructive criticism, sadly this was not the case. To...
Copyright 2009 by madengineer3 I want to thank grylion for his excellent help in editing this story. * This science based fiction is just fiction. It is, however, based upon good solid science, as opposed to the fluff popular scientific views. Some names are real, and their work is real, but are to be taken as stories based upon celebrities. No disrespect...