There is magic in the world. Narnia was just the tip of the iceberg when it comes to the magic that a wardrobe or closet can do. You find yourself directly in the crosshairs of such a magical encounter. Whether malicious or benevolent, that is up to you... This is merely the introduction to a much more interesting tale. (Dear reader, if you like this story a...
I wake up in darkness. Keeping track of time has become difficult since he locked me in the closet. I can follow the light from the crack at the bottom of door but I can't tell if it's artificial or sunlight. Can't tell if it's day or night. Can't tell if I've been in here days or hours or maybe it's only been minutes. "I have something to show you upstair...
It seems that Hank, the closet monster, got mad because his story wasn't told, so here it is. You'd best read the first story and chapter 2 in order to truly understand, if possible, what was going on in my home. In my advancing senility, I sometimes lose track, too. In all my happy feelings about the future of the rest of my life, it seems that I had rat...
When I got home Friday evening I grabbed a beer and plopped my ass down on the couch. I was tired! It had been almost two weeks since Demie had come into my life but sometimes it felt like longer...months...years? I heard a cat howling outside. One of the neighbors hadn't gotten her fixed so she was calling out for the local toms* to come put some kittens i...
"I need you," He paused to blow out the cigarette smoke, "to stop fucking my lady." This is rarely the first words you hear from a new neighbor. No request for a cup of confection or a bottle of condiment or even advice on the local school district from this one. This was a request to cease infidelity, not so subtle request either. "Do you understand, stop...
My husband and swing a little bit here and there. But not often. I am extremely bisexual and I love women, however, there is not a lot of single women who want to hop into bed with a married couple who have had children and aren't supermodels. On the rare occasions that we do find someone to play with, half of my fun is laying back and watching my husband...
"Not here!" Izzy was begging in her pipsqueak voice. But Buddy wasn't listening. He was grinning that mischievous dimpled grin she couldn't resist and pulling her into the closet. The closet was big enough to fit a few people, despite the books stacked up, the coat hanging that smelled of cigarettes, and the hanging lamp they had to keep pushing out of the...
Ever since Sarah was a little girl; she hated sleeping in her room. Her younger brother Jake used to sleep in the room upstairs at the end of the hall, but complained after three months after moving in that there was a monster in the closet. He refused to sleep in the room so Sarah's parents made them switch. She was fifteen at the time so she was expected t...
This needed closure was brought on by "Anonymous in the USA", my nice daughter and my "pain in the butt" daughter. After a few moments thought, I knew they were correct. Hey, "right" is a direction. Here's my answer. I hope you like it. * The years had gone by. I had gone into the service, had attended college and had gotten a job. All the way, and all the...
Content Warning: To Literotica readers. This is a story of degradation and demeaning of the male sexuality as retribution for an extra marital affair. It consist of a strong female character and a wimpy willing male character. The sexual hypocrisy built in the story is intentional an meant to be part of the demeaning aspect. There is "NO" gay scenes in the s...