Introduction It may have been summer, but it felt like spring hadn't found the bounce in its step yet. It felt like lukewarm fluid to her, both in the bottle and the air outside of it. She pushed the straw between her lips and gulped down some of the brown liquid. She coughed like an experienced chain-smoker suffering from emphysema because the burn has sin...
John got back to his apartment complex late. The bars and restaurants were long closed. He had been drinking heavily at the bar. There were always a lot of cops on the street on Friday nights, and he really did not want to be pulled over on a drunk driving charge. After the bars closed, he jumped into his back seat for a little nap to sleep off some of the a...
Chapter 2: Blazing Saddles Originally titled "Whoring Night Chapter 2" Rewritten and edited by La Pantera Bonita I decided to introduce my friend Roger to the Block. He hasn’t been laid in a few years and needed to get his tubes cleaned out. Roger is a Texan. He is 6'6" tall and is built like a sumo wrestler. He has a handle bar mustache and dark long hai...
Amanda Quinn's life was a simple equation. Unfulfilled potential multiplied by an empty wallet, divided by a bunch of unpaid bills; bills that were strewn across her mini-studio; the one that offered a fabulous view of fifty-seventh street; the walls painted a pristine shade of white; the floors sanded to perfection, stinking of Murphy's Oil Soap. "Bills,"...
"Retrieve" In the last half-hour, Allie does an occasional glance at the manager's office door when not distracted by the strippers on the stage or the strippers who just happen to casually walk past her and Hector's table. Her focus switches back to the office when she spots a black man in a mostly red but gaudy multi-colored hoodie walk out thought the d...
I decided to get dressed for "Work," running upstairs grabbing my bags and the bottle of "Jack." I chose a black corset type leather top that tied up in front, tight leather shorts, and tall leather boots. I wiggled into my outfit, tightening the top until my girls were pushed up like traffic cones, my nipples almost visible. Applying my make up to rival any...
(This is my fourth story for Literotica) * Here I am. I'm riding the Circle Line tube train round and round. I have been round London three times already. I stay in the same seat. I drink Cherry Coke. Different men sit opposite me. Men come and go. They look up my skirt. I encourage them. I swing my legs high when I cross my legs. I am in no doubt that th...
Sharon woke up with a start. She had fallen asleep in her car again. She wiped the sticky drool from her chin. Her neck hurt. She tried to roll it out. Sharon’s neck always hurt after she took naps in her car, a 2001 Saab something or other that used to be her mom’s. It had gotten dark out in the time that Sharon had been sleeping. She tried to remember why...
I'm afraid to admit this. I don't think I should. If I do people will not think I am the sex goddess that I really am. I'm really, really good at sex but oh man, I hate anal sex! Hate it! Hate it! Hate it! Man I sound like a lame-O. I'll try to explain my disgust. First off, I hate taking a shit. I like that I can read while doing it but the actual act...
"Tonight, Sarah, my slut, I am going to show you off, you will be groped, fondled and fingered, but you shall not be fucked...Get dressed." There was a strappy top & school sports skirt, both were several sizes too small. There was a pair of 5" heeled shoes. Sarah, mumbled an objection & Maddie simply slapped Sarah's face. When she was dressed, the lipstick...