Note: 3rd & 4th in a series. BTW, some of you have asked why certain comments get deleted... comments which have no critical value but are merely a rant regarding the poster's hangups are summarily deleted. * Chapter Three. Interlude At this point, I'd like to mention that I also loved to take erotic photos of Bridgett. This had started with other girlfr...
It's become apparent that for Logan, women were the challenge. The scamp, dear Sensia, stumbled into the nearly fatal hands of the mysterious Logan -- or so it appeared at first glance. At crucial points in their meetings, when the situation between them became too loaded with dynamic sexual tensions, he would send her on her way; provide her the opportunity...
My story, THUNDER OF THE GODS, is a product of my imagination, although knowledge of certain aspects of the tale come from my experiences. In its entirety, it is ~ 45,000 words long, so I have chosen to release it in several parts, constituting a total of 19 chapters. This fourth part, Chapters 9-11, continues the story, with ever increasing erotic and exoti...
Author's Note: This short story contains some BDSM elements, including femdom and a strap-on. All characters are well beyond the age of 18, and none were harmed in the writing of this piece. The title is admittedly dumb, yes. ©WednesdaysCoffin 2019. This story cannot be transferred to any other site besides Literotica.com without prior authorization in writi...
"Look, Stan, there's ... there's something that I have to tell you and explain. It's not easy. In fact, it's very fucking weird, even to me, even while I've been letting it happen. I have to level with you, because, well, you and I have been flirting for a good while now and I'm smart enough to realize that you want me. Hell, I want you, too. This is very .....
Oh you don't know how fucking great I am... You just don't know... I work out every day. Even when I'm lying down and being still, the tick-tock machinery of my body is working to the orders of an insane old Russian woman ballet teacher-cum-gymnastics coach-cum-Stalinistic torture expert. I breathe to the rhythm of the glowing pulsing neon red blood-pumping...
This morning Hug Beaumont, the local TV weatherman stood in front of his blue screen and reported the local weather for mid July in Marston Hill, Nebraska, my home town. Hugh was entirely too cheery at 7 a.m. His bald dome reflected the studio’s light and he was wearing a lime green suit and a green tie so dark it was nearly black. He said the local temperat...
"Easy there, Mr. Ganz. Don't try to get up quite so fast. You've been out of it for quite a while now. Tell me, how many fingers do you see?" I heard a voice in my rather groggy state, as I began to stand up in my hospital bed. "What did you call me?" I asked, clearing my head and looking around the room, my eyes adjusting to the light again after such a lo...
Another lousy day at work goes by, and James Henderson is not in a good mood. He hasn't been promoted since he started, since his bitchy, overweight boss Mrs Cranston hates his guts, and even worse, he's thirty years old and hasn't had a good lay in months. He can't even concentrate on his work anymore he's so horny. If only he didn't have that bizarre ne...
Jenna had just turned 18, and was ready to get her first Pokémon and take on the League challenge. Jenna was a fairly tall brunette, with a mid-sized bust. She also had a bit of a bubble butt, which was a secret source of embarrassment for her. She had wanted to get her first Pokémon when she turned 13, but her Mom refused to let her go on a journey before g...