Many thanks to Southronstyle for editing this story. It was a rainy Monday morning, the last week of September. I was tired, very tired indeed because I had been away Friday and Saturday at a training camp with my son Martin's hockey team as an " hockey dad", assistant coach and driver of the rented travel bus. We had come home late that previous Saturday...
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer and have no association with anyone involved in either shows. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. Author's note: This story takes place mostly in Season 3. ***** Upon hearing her alarm Faith's first instinct was to smash it, but her training forced her to reach over and calmly turn it o...
This is an entry for the 2014 Literotica Winter Holidays Contest. Contains: snow, high levels of drinking, weather-related peril, references to classic rugby matches, a pitched battle and perhaps some romance. Please vote and comment! *** "Fuckit, I'm cold." "Fucking freezing." "I'm starting to wish the pitch had frozen hard enough for the match to be...
This is another story based all too firmly in real life; there is much fictional about it, but there are uncomfortably real parts. Well, you write what you know, and I know something about this subject. It also came out a bit longer than I had anticipated. I try to corral my characters, as a rule; these refused, and the story kept writing itself until it re...
I have been chatting to a contact about our shared fantasies centred on her giving up a little control to me, but with me in my feminine guise as she and I both loved the feel and look of this. Finally, after a couple of earlier meetings - both involving sexual encounters - we met again, and we had the space and time to make some more of our shared fantasies...
Prelude: For several months Carrie had been talking about her desire to submit her body to a rigorous training program. Throughout the time that I had known her, it was clear to me that she derived an erotic thrill from having her body pushed to its limits, even when that entailed considerable physical stress and occasional pain. In order to satisfy her crav...
**************** CHAPTER FIVE As ass reamings went, I'd grade this one only a C+, but then again I'd been called onto the carpet and screamed at by real professionals before back home. Numerous times. My old bosses at the Austin BMA could give these USA wankers some real management lessons in the art of attitude adjustment, but perhaps with me they'd just e...
From far away, Barry was now in emotional hell after having watched his wife's gang bang, during which she had been penetrated by cocks that were nearly twice the size of anything that he had to offer. Especially troubling to him, was the sight of the beautiful and masculine hermaphrodite who had been the last to fuck Michele before the video connection was...
Fuck me, I was tired. The journey back from Scotland seemed to be taking forever. We had been training around Kinlochleven, and the weather had been characteristically horrendous. For two weeks we had been Yomping up and down mountains, conducting quarry days, abseiling and doing cliff assaults. The intensity, much like the weather, had been relentless. Fa...
This is an entirely fictitious story and has no relation to any know ship of the Royal navy or any particular set of circumstances. * It was 7.00 am on a typical January Monday morning. It was jut before dawn and a chill wind blew off the sea with a few tentative flakes of snow flying in the wind. The off duty crews of the various submarines that made up t...