Chapter 2 – interrogation Before I knew where I was I felt myself being pushed into what sounded like a quite large, but unfurnished, room. It was noticeably quite cool in there and I felt my balls retracting in response to the lower temperature. There was activity going on around me – I heard at least one man and two different women whispering as I stood,...
The evening of April Fool's Sweat poured from Marcus' brow; the hot and sticky kind you feel in sub-tropical rain forests. But Marcus was not in the Amazon or Congo. Marcus was enjoying an April evening; on a lake; in Austin Texas; temperature about 63 degrees. Or at least he had been enjoying it. The spring wind blew and caressed Marcus' skin with the pro...
(The final chapter: Slave Fannie becomes the center of attention at her coming out party!) Day 7: The final day As I wait for Master to announce my entrance I am almost wet with anticipation. You see after this evening I will become, officially, a slut slave and will live out my life pleasing my Master in any way that he chooses. My body shakes with excite...
Dressed for Disaster: The Prequel Pat Summers put his suitcases on the bed, and made a quick survey of his room. He noted with approval the full-length mirror on the back of the closet door, and he poked his head into the bathroom to inspect the bathtub and vanity. Not overly luxurious, but they would do. First things first. He opened his computer case and...
"March 28." She stood, somehow managing to maintain the upright position when all she wanted to do was collapse. Three months ago! Three months and he'd said nothing. "I can't believe it." She couldn't. He shrugged uncomfortably. "You want to know why?" He paused, awaiting a response she was incapable of providing. "It was so simple, really. That day, I ju...
What guides and motivates me in writing erotica (Rev 1) I thought that I would share with you what guides and motivates me when I write short stories for Literotica. You might find it interesting. In what follows an "adult" is one who has reached their age of majority. Herein, that is any person who is 18 years old. "The Rights of Self: An adult's life and...
This story has been made significantly better by the tireless efforts and editing of IMcRout. * Marcos Panthi had a problem, not a serious or immediate crisis, but a definite situation in need of some kind of reconsideration. He was a knight in foreign lands well to the west of his home territory. He was dark haired with short curls and deep dark pools...
Being sexually attracted to hairy women ineluctably has homoerotic overtones. In the unconscious, internalized iconography of our culture, body hair is a masculine trait, not a feminine one. A hirsute woman is, in effect, a masculinized woman. One of the most intriguing and original psychoanalytic treatises to appear in the past 20 years is Female Perversi...
Rather roughly dressed, as he'd only come into town to pick up supplies, Rick Ranger was hungry and dropped into Pike's Café for Foodies. "Remove you hat," ordered fat-butt Lisa Pike. "Or what?" "Or else I get two of my male kitchen hands to remove you." "Bring it on, Lisa," Rick goaded her. "I'll happily disembowel both of them with my lamb castration...
The worst class I ever taught. A class of future criminals... seniors thrown out of every high school on the south side. An all-male class, in a classroom with iron bars on the windows and graffiti on the walls. Fist fights daily and a weekly knife fight thrown in for fun. Lovely. The boys noticed my long blonde hair, stunning figure and large swaying t...