This is a product of my brain, and nothing else. There is cross dressing, bisexual contact, anal, bondage, swapping and probably some other fetishes in there. If this bothers you, why would you keep reading? ======================== Spanking and bondage came next as a direct consequence of that first night with Sue and John. Nicole and I had been having h...
It was a Friday night, fairly early in the evening in mid spring. There was a knock on the door, which in and of itself is unusual. I mean, I live alone, I am older, 52, and I have a cell phone. I went to the door and peeked out the window. I couldn't see well, but it looked like a young girl. I opened the door. "Hello?" "Bonjour, monsieur. I do not know i...
This is not something that actually happened to me, but everyday when I sit in class cocking my head to the side, biting my bottom lip and staring at my professor, this is the story I'm concocting in my head. This story has become very real to me. Real enough to make me break down and turn in my first literotica submission. This is not a wham, bam, thank you...
Will sat on that pile of hay, his back leaning against the barn wall as Mercy finished speaking with her Mama and sisters on the phone. He brought the bottle of water to his lips and sucked down half of it as he studied her. He knew he should be listening carefully to what was said. Right now, he was too fucking confused, guilty, and screwed in the head to...
Disclaimer: This is a continuation of Jerry's afternoon with his sister Diane. It can be enjoyed (hopefully) as a stand alone tale, but plays a key part in his sexual evolution. I'm sure the fine restaurant chain mentioned in this story does not condone actions in their premises of the sort described. All characters in my stories are figments of my imaginati...
Another night, another club. Smoke tendrils in the lights of amps and spots; pitch black, shadows moving on shadows. I wrinkle my nose a little at the scent of piss in the stairwell, push through past the bulk of a sneering bouncer in a dark suit. There's a bar at this end of the room; within thirty seconds I have a drink pressed into my hands, numbingly col...
(WMD = Winter Men's Dilemma; My own irreverent spin on the BBC mythology) *Editing magic performed by KJ24 and Shyqash, plus contributions by the regular gang of brigands and neer-do-wells* *This story is NOT TO BE TAKEN SERIOUSLY!* * Vlad ~ "You actually expect me to believe my father, brothers and I have the genetic capability to addict every woman we h...
The dreams are different every night. A lush green forest last night. A cool oasis in the middle of a searing hot desert the night before. Last week I was on a boat. Every location is different. Each one is of a place I have never been to but seem to recognize in the dreams. There is only one constant. One thing is exactly the same night after night. I kno...
Craig liked to work late at the office. Left in peace he got more done, and when business was over he had time to himself. Time he put to good use. A superfast Internet connection let him browse his favorite porn sites without the endless delays and dropped connections he suffered at home on his ancient PC. He knew the company had strict policy on viewing i...
INTRODUCTION I hadn't intended to write this story yet – it was one that was in the back of my mind – but the recent attack on Camp Bastion in Afghanistan made me want to complete it. I just hope I haven't rushed it too much. I also hope it will be accepted as a very small tribute to those who serve their countries in faraway and dangerous places. Naturall...