Sold! Number 28 was standing in a cage with 3 other female slaves waiting for their turn to be auctioned off. She could hear the auctioneer as he called out the bids on the slave taken from the cage a few minutes before. As number 28 stood there nervously, she reflected back on her path to this point in her life. She had been a relatively shy but normal 3...
Mine is not the typical story you would expect here. I am not some innocent housewife corrupted by big black cock. That corruption happened long ago; when I was a freshman in college. Since that time, I have had nothing else. Admittedly most of that big black cock belongs to my husband of over a dozen years. DeShawn is everything you would imagine a stereo...
Forward: I know that a lot of people think that the letters sent in to magazines such as Penthouse Letters are phony and are actually written by the magazine's staff. On that I can't say for sure one way or another. I do know that a lot of the letters sent in are fantasies and I also know for sure that when the magazine receives letters the editors change t...
Note: All of the factual elements of this story are true, with the exception of a few name changes. As for the "supernatural" elements, who is to say? If anyone has a friend or family member stricken with Alzheimers', and would like to post a public comment or send me a Private Message, please do so. If this story moves you, I would greatly appreciate you ta...
Ah, ha!—Come, some music! Come, the recorders!—Hamlet, Act III, Scene 2 * I used to work around the corner from that church, and I remembered the day the fire tore through the building. There was a lot of snow. It was in December, about ten days before Christmas. The fire trucks had a tough time getting through. It took years to rebuild the church, and by...
For background on this, check out one of the older Poorwrtier stories and read the introdcution/description. This is another true Catherine story that I will never forget. I call this one: ENTERTAINING THE TROOPS My lovely wife Catherine and I had had many discussions about her being seen partially or totally naked by other men and how exciting we both f...
Friday Five of us, two guys, two girls, and I, went for drinks at our usual after-work bar, then to dinner at another, and now this bar. Certainly not our usual bar. Somehow it seemed a little rougher than the white wine and martini crowd we were used to. We were feeling no pain and didn't have to drive home. Naturally it got loud, that is loud if you could...
[This is my first submission to Literotica. Much thanks to my volunteer editor amerks29hockey for her help in this. All remaining errors are mine. This story is 90% true. The names have been changed to protect the guilty.] * My real first time intercourse is nothing to write about--quick and unsatisfying for both of us, and my girlfriend cut me off as of t...
I ring the taxi as she lifts her self from the desk. I watch her as she pulls her bra back over her sumptuous breasts and fastens the buttons on her blouse. She doesn't touch the top three, leaving her full cleavage on view in a manner that borders on indecency without crossing the line. As I speak to the operator her weary legs take her across the room to w...
There was will and the way opened It was a piercing scream. The spinster lady heard the scream and pricked up her ears. She located it from the apartment next to hers. The tenants had come in only late that evening. She had not met them but the caretaker of the building had told her that they were a newly married Indian couple. In the U.S. Indians are goo...