I never thought that I would get over my fetish this way. Dawn and I have always tried to keep each other happy. I would do anything for her and she would do anything for me. I had a fetish of being used as a toilet and every once in awhile she would use me. She was not too excited about it but she did it anyhow. Every once in a while she would tell me bedti...
It's Earth Day and excuse me but it's me. You know, Earth? The planet you live on? So I figure why shouldn't I be able to go out and have a little fun for a change. I haven't had a date in geological ages, and if it weren't for the occasional comet dropping by, or a meteor shower, I wouldn't see anyone. Of course, the moon's always around, but she's so one-f...
I sit in the coffee shop/bookstore at the table I usually grab if nobody has beaten me to it. There is a chill in the air, so I wear a man's light blue cardigan over a long-skirted, summery dress. (This is the south, I rationalize, even as my teeth chatter). I am reading "The Mummy" for like the billionth time and for the billionth time I feel my pulse race...
The last customers of the day were waiting to get served. Terry stood behind his register, fingers slipping nervously as he tried to keep up with the demand. Next to him, Keira worked fast and elegantly, her shiny bob whipping around each time she turned to grab the burgers and drinks. It was how she always operated, by staying nice and relaxed. The slende...
Disclaimers: • This story is an experiment in surrealism. • This story contains foot-fetish and non-foot-fetish scenes and concepts. Prison Bitches by J. F. Gargiulo When Kimberly woke up, she stretched her arms and legs. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes. She yawned and sat up. And promptly hit her head on the ceiling. "Ow!" she cried, rubbing her f...
Cindy stopped Mark and Brandon as they crossed paths in the corridor between the kitchen and living room in the packed, standing-room-only frat house. She jostled her way between bodies and wedged herself against the wall, pulling both of the brothers aside to have a word. "Damn, guys," she said while protecting a half-full cup of beer against her chest fr...
I have been an avid reader of Literotica for some time and while most of the stories are very good I have noticed that most are fictional. Nothing inspires sexual appetite like the imagination however I thought readers might like to hear about my story which is true. I have long wanted to tell it. I hope those who read it enjoy it as much as I did actually l...
Velt, Graff, and Veir Veir looked at the small vial with silvery dust in Kal's hand with curiosity. "You said that's dust from butterfly wings?" "Yes," Kal replied as he quickly cast the acclimation spell again. He wasn't getting cold yet but in a few minutes he would be stripping down out here in the snow before heading into Graff and Velt's den. "I'll ne...
It was overcast when Wesley, Gene, and myself left our little apartment on a trip through the woods. The full moon was barley giving off any light though all the dark blue clouds that drifted over our heads. It was my first trip to the cliff, a place that Wesley and Gene knew well and went to many times to drink and talk about “guy” things. Tonight it was my...
Aunt Kathy took me and Gram out to the mail store today. She typed a letter for Cal explaining my baby-sitting rules. It’s actually worse than I thought it would be. Cal is allowed to bare my bottom and spank me anytime he deems it necessary. He may stand me in a corner for as long as he sees fit. He may discipline me in any way he sees fit. Aunt Kathy went...