Part One - Preparing for the Day The banners went up at key intersections all over town three weeks before the big day. For most in the sleepy little town this was the official start of the "think about what's coming" phase of the year. Yet for the handful of organizers it was a reminder to check last minute details and ensure all their ducks were in a row....
Friday December 9th 1910 A little after 2pm. Somewhere in Paris I step outside in the alleyway and look up at the dark and cloudy sky letting the now heavy snow hit me in the face like tiny needles confirming my awareness. The wind forming a sideways funnel of snow in the alley feels good. I was burning up in there not so much from the stove but from watc...
Mitch Goodman is lying in bed asleep, the room is dark. The sheets are hanging halfway off the bed, and he is snoring loudly. His alarm clock buzzes loudly, he aimlessly slaps at the nightstand. "Shit," Mitch mumbles, as he knocks the alarm on the floor. The noise is distorted, but still remains. "Motherfuckinshitass," He growls as he nearly falls out of bed...
Michael sat and stared at nothing through the bars of his cell. He was being released today; after three long years of his prison term. His lawyer had finally got him released; finally proved that the slut had lied and framed him. He never forgot that night and, in fact, had been planning his revenge for the time he'd spent in here. He had met Angela online...
It always astounds me how much Misty and her stripper friends spend on costumes. It is like an obsession with them and they own more outfits they only wear for ten minutes at a time than everyday clothes. Misty usually goes with her friends to a couple of stores that specialize in dance and club wear to buy them so when she wanted me to go with her to look f...
My wife Sonja and I enjoy role playing and exploring new areas of our sexuality. We have tried some light bondage and spanking but not anything too outrageous. We enjoy both dominate and the submissive roles and the wide range of emotions that go with it. My wife prefers the submissive role which I find strange given the fact that she is normally a very push...
I am an honest-to-goodness, flesh-and-blood, mostly friendly, often frisky, black adult American female person woman human. I am that no matter what I choose to do and no matter what someone else chooses to do with me. I am also a proud, ethical, and unabashed sex worker. My client rules of engagement are as follows. No piss, race, poop, rape, incest, slav...
Why was everything slowly rocking? It wasn't doing anything good for her head and stomach. Her eyes were itchy. She thought to rub them. She couldn't. Something was blocking the movement. Her eyes opened. Wooden, creaking, a ceiling that felt rustic. There was an unfamiliar aroma in the air. Rellenora was reminded of a time when she had to go with her...
This is a short story that isn't too hardcore. I focused quite a bit on character development while leading up to an intimate occasion. This is a fairly tame story, by the standards of literotica. The Adventures of Emily Rybolt: Adventure 1: Tubeck the Mason ***** The ended up being a fortuitous and unintentional ice breaker of sorts. Initiated of he...
The Ranch - First Week Fran still couldn't remember her life before the previous morning. On the other hand, she could remember what had happened since - so very well that her pussy leaked steadily. And now she was mooching around the pasture behind the barn, because both the objects of her desire had gone off together. Her Mistress -- known to most of her...