Slight introduction: This is my fourth piece written for Literotica and it's not quite like my other things. I have had a lot of very favourable and interesting feedback so far - mostly from men. But I would be very interested in hearing from women telling me of their experiences and fantasies (especially those interracial ones) and how they relate to my...
Pork dumplings are Elizabeth's favorite food. Dr. Charles Waxman, her Algebra professor, knows this because Lizzy brought a warm dish of potstickers from Hunan Palace to class on Thursday. "They're my favorite," she whispered to the Russian exchange student in the adjacent row. Dr. Waxman lectured for an hour and a half and turned toward the class to watc...
Ana jumped when the phone at her desk rang. She'd been so intense on her thoughts that she'd forgotten for a moment that she was at work. She reached for the receiver, and pulled it to her ear, "Ana speaking". "Hi, it's uh, me" the deep male voice said on the other end. "Hello, you," she smiled into the phone. "What can I do for you?" "I'd like you to...
4. Café Nia gave me four flat thick different-colored rubber bands and told me to put them around my -- her! -- cock, striping it in a way reminiscent of her warrior's ponytail, a pleasant thought but they didn't have much flex so if I got aroused they became a major pain. Wearing them while near Nia, the sexiest woman I could ever hope to meet and who seem...
This is a continuation of Origins Part I. ***** I was over my annoyance at Sharon in a couple of weeks. The part at the end where she was sitting at her kitchen table with her legs spread and cum dripping unto the floor was kinky, and it had fueled a few masturbatory fantasies since then. But I was neither anticipating nor expecting a repeat performance....
I, Mitchell Ryan Magnuson, born February 2d, 1959 in The city of Joplin, Jasper County Missouri, declare this Document to be my last will and testament; there being no others. Being of sound mind and unbelievably unsound body do herein state: 1. My attorney, Norman Atchison, is the executor of this will. He shall serve without bond and has discretion in th...
Chapter 13: An Element of Faith Given Bill's actions, Sue wasn't sure of his intentions or motivations, but she knew one thing for sure: she had misunderstood him. This puzzle she had unboxed had more pieces than she originally thought. Bill moved the crossbar back under her hips locking it into position. The tighter restriction and higher, more available,...
My name is Dr. Ana Breelander and I am the Millie B. Duckworth Professor of Cultural Anthropology and Linguistics at Laurel College. That's a lot to live up to back home in Tuckus Falls. Most of my family still believes linguistics is something dirty you do with your mouth. My passion is primarily in native tongues and pre-industrial tribes, but whose isn'...
Pt. II: Introduction As I lay there looking at my sexy wife I thought back to when we met. Carol and I had met in our last year of grad school. We were both finishing up our PhD's in Anthropology and I think I fell in love with her the first time I met her. I know I fell in lust with her but, if not instantly, love followed shortly. She was amazing, gorge...
Kicking a path through drifts of rain-wet gingko leaves, I followed Lynch Street up and over the hump of a hill, then followed Gower down the far slope until it emptied into Holly Park. I lingered for a moment by the gate and looked across the wide green field toward the apartment house where Erin and I lived. It was a red brick box perched on the shoulder o...