Standing in the corridor outside his hotel room. I know he is alone, and naked sitting in front of his computer. I watched him camming on an adult website , thinking he was anonymous. But I know this hotel well, it is my home away from home as my business seems to be centered in this city. I recognized the picture hanging on the wall, it is unique to that ro...
The 33-floor Condom House on the corner of Erection Avenue and G-Spot Lane almost toppled over as all 2389 females who worked in the building rushed to windows. With pounding chests and breast turgid in disbelief they watched a distinguished looking male waiting to cross Erection and enter the artistically shaped entrance to their building that the filthy-mi...
The stress had been mounting. This rehearsal had not gone as planned and now he was under the gun. Not enough night's sleep was beginning to stir the pressure within his head. Thoughts ceaselessly swirling in his mind, he walked to his parked vehicle not giving notice to the footsteps behind him. "I forgot how chilled the air gets here at dusk," spoke a so...
Barbaro roared with indignation. His beloved son, Cruz, had been kidnapped by those witches – the de la Tierra sisters. In return for his son – Barbaro was to drop all matrimony designs he had towards Maria and nothing would be said about the kidnapping. He was had. If he mentioned the kidnapping to the authorities he would look like a simpering fool being h...
FOREWORD Literotica.com issued a challenge to its volunteer writer's to create stories for as many categories as possible. The following chapter is part of a single novel length story relating a journey of awakenings, discovery and growth involving a small group of people. For your entertainment, and mine, I'll be submitting chapters into at least 17 differ...
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"Just a dream," I said as I awoke for the 5th time that Wednesday night. I'd been having this dream for days and I really don't know what it is I'm to do about it. I'm 21 years old, just turned so in August, be that as it may I'm not as mature as my age expects of me. I still watch cartoons; I love candy, comb my hair in pig tails and sing along to boy band...
In an instant, my world went as silent as my own voice. We stood, Jim and I, looking at each other in the garden, while the planets ceased to rotate around us as if they, too, were waiting for this singular issue to resolve into focus. I looked up at my friend, and just above his tear stained face, a silver strand glinted in the golden afternoon light, and...
Alice van der Poole loved her boyfriend. Really, she did. Ben was perfectly handsome, perfectly sweet, perfectly... bland. Every kiss was preceded with a gentle, "May I kiss you?" and followed by a whispered, "You're so beautiful." At night, Ben would tell her how precious she was, how delicate and sweet and lovely. His fragile, perfect little rose. Alice wa...
He opens the door. She is entirely naked, open, arms tied together, legs bound apart. She is a toy for his pleasure, laid face-down so he can do whatever he wishes while not having to look her in the eyes if he does not wish. But of course, he does at the moment. He wants to see the fear in them. The concern. The false pride and bravado. He strokes her f...