Thanks to everybody for reading these stories. They were originally written for my entertainment, and to help various girlfriends cope with the lonely nights when I wasn't there to entertain them. There are more to come! Also, thanks to my Literotica editor LissaSue, who is making my ramblings fit for human consumption. Pushing the Envelope. After thei...
Hello, my name is Jim. I am approaching fifty, balding, and gaining weight. I am married with four kids and a standard sex life. Standard sex life meaning: missionary position once a week, unless there is something else to do on Saturday evening. Something else like going to a son's football game, band concert, a daughter's gymnastic meet, or ballet recital....
The half an hour drive felt like it was an eternity with thoughts of his daughter continually dancing around in his head. She wouldn't stop and each time he closed his eyes he could see her swaying backside or long slender legs. The cute way she smiled so innocently kept his cock stirring. He didn't get another erection but it was a constant threat making it...
Author's Note: This is a work of fiction. It is a story of sexual fantasies and fetishes. These sexual practices are not for everyone, but those of us who delve into them understand the allure. The characters in the story certainly do. If you enjoy this story and the fetishes involved, great. If not, please forget the whole thing. Read Chapters 1 -6, first...
(A companion story to Careful What You Ask For) Lorna often told Steve that many of her best ideas came to her during her orgasm. She had supported leukaemia research ever since one of her best friends at ballet school, Cheryl Greenwood, had died of the disease aged only seventeen. Every year since then she had done some kind of fund raising activity. She...
Or maybe a dance fully dressed and made up for ballet. Stretched and rehearsed to dance any male pride away. This is the fifth chapter of my wife's execution of the punishment poem I submitted to her suggesting ways to atone for my inability to control my orgasm. Please read the earlier chapters for the full poem and the humiliations I have been forced to e...
The next morning I went with Hatha to find Askel. He was guarded in the stable tent. The horses had been removed to pasture for the day so while the tent had the aroma of a stable there were no actual horses. The straw floor was fresh and it had been cleaned as well as a stable could. Roth was fond of his mounts. I knew that they lived a far more luxurious...
I would like to thank mymantoy999 for his editing and insight in getting this story done, it is wonderful working with you! Thank you Sweetie! ***** The Goddesses had warned us leading up to July 4th weekend that we would be very busy. We'd arrived Friday night and had been fairly non-stop, with the exception of being allowed to sleep, through mid Saturda...
Chapter 1 --------- A young looking and slight 18-year-old boy sits outside the Headmistress's room, obviously feeling anxious. His legs kick back and forth under the chair and he keeps looking up at the door. His uniform looks unkempt, like he has just thrown it on after Games. After some long, countless minutes elapse, he hears a loud, slow "Come!" from...
[Anyone can use and adapt this idea if they want to make it. But please keep the title so I can find it if you post it on a video sharing site. And please can the model wear the outfit as described, with either brand new plain white canvas plimsolls/sneakers (Keds Oxford Champions are especially nice) or white satin ballet shoes with ribbons tied in proper b...