NOTE: Set in the UK - so spellings etc are UK. CHAPTER 1 Autumn leaves, at least the more upright ones, ran across the terrace outside the family room like retreating soldiers on invisible legs, disarmed and their commander-in-chief being the unseen ruthless wind. No leaf would be spared the rout unless caught in an entanglement and what fate was that? Lo...
The following story is entirely fictitious. Any similarity to any persons living or dead is entirely coincidental and unintentional. All characters depicted in sexual acts and scenarios are at least eighteen years of age or older. The following story contains aspects of BDSM, CBT (cock and ball torture), femdom, forced orgasms, tease and denial, prostate sti...
* Previously on Vice Cop, Lexa O'Neil went undercover as a hooker in Atlantic City in hopes of catching a serial killer. Hudson Banach went to Atlantic City as well to enjoy a brief vacation and ran into an old girlfriend from high school, Sonya Romandini, who had become an escort/high class hooker. Hudson beat Lexa at a game of poker in the casino. Lexa was...
Chapter 14—Little Italy Interlude: 25th Anniversary Cindy: After the fittings, they went to have Italian food in Little Italy. Aunt Francine forgot to mention some other people might drop by. I am told there were 47 major film and theater awards represented. That is, 47 on that night. The count has gone up since. On the other side of the room was Susan Fa...
Herbert felt drained. Drained in spirit, drained in energy, but most of all drained of his precious sperm. He had given up more than a pint of cum at the hands of his teacher, his stepsister and her friend, and he wondered how long it would take his body to replenish the lost stores of his valuable seed. Yet even now, as he lay awake in bed, he was thinking...
I've been kicking this story around for a couple of years, and I finally got it finished. This is my entry for the 2014 Literotica Winter Holidays Story Contest. It takes its title and inspiration from the classic 80s song by the Waitresses. Please leave a comment or send me an email, and don't forget to vote! ************* Bah, humbug! No, that's too str...
Miriam Hancock rarely absented herself from Fairyfield during term-time, but the need for extra finance to fight off the threat of the National Trust meant her having to take time off to cajole, threaten or physiologically squeeze her donors. Alec Grimshaw was a case in point, he had not contributed for quite some time and to see him she had to travel to Yor...
I've overheard men say, "I just wish the bitch would die and I'd be free again." Even men with good marriages, makes me wonder what they think is waiting for them? Most of them are in their 40's to 60's, have part of their belly hanging over their belt, half or more of their hair is gone, or in one of those stupid partial pony tails, and they think the 25 to...
FRIDAY It was still raining early the next morning when Sam strolled back across the street, Vermin Crusher slung over his shoulder. It had taken more than two hours of constant effort to stretch Lily's little asshole enough where it would accept his cock; all the while she protested, begged and came as he fucked her grasping pussy from behind. While he too...
Her name was Raine Snow and she was a dream. First unanticipated, then poetic and epic and transcendent in that order, continually confusing, and finally gone in the groggy early morning. It was a couple of weeks ago, and I was at the Hogshead, a whisky bar on the Upper West Side. It wasn't my regular, but I'd been there a few times before. Rehearsal i...