Please forgive the redundant copyright messages, I've found that sometimes my stories are copypasted in part and used elsewhere. Copyright of Nanna Marker 2010. * "Wehiloooooo." "Oh my, oh my," said Kuruma and chuckled at herself. Her mouth was watering as if she were a little girl and not an old toothless crone. "What is it, grandma?" asked Tobi, her f...
The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 17f: The Batting Order Ch. 06 The Batting Order. A Paul and Jenny story. (Copyright 2002 by Paul C. All rights reserved) As with all my stories all events and characters are fictitious. Part 6. Paul. I ducked under the first ball that Len bowled at me in the nets. He was very hostile. He walked back to his full run up, tur...
The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 15c: Another June Wedding Part 3 A Paul and Jenny Story. (Copyright 2001 by Paul. All rights reserved) All events and characters are fictitious. As in all my stories no similarity with anyone, alive or dead, is intended. * * * * * Jenny. Paul stood close behind me as I pulled up the zip at the side of my skirt and held one o...
Please read the first chapter of "Straight Male Exhibitionist" before reading chapter two. Thank you to artic_fox12 for the editing help. Hello. My name is Tom and I am an exhibitionist! Luckily for us exhibitionists there is no "Exhibitionists Anonymous." We can just enjoy our perversion. I became an exhibitionist before I knew the meaning of the word. I...
Linda could see I needed help processing what had just happened. I must have looked stunned. She had surprised me with a knee-buckling blowjob followed by a quick tour of her sizable collection of bondage toys and furniture. Well, only one piece of furniture. It was a sawhorse-shaped restraint device, of dark wood and darker leather, which she had just hop...
This is my list of some of the things that I dislike. I do not like fireworks. The pause between the fireworks going up, up, and up in the sky just before exploding is the part that I do not like. When I watch the tiny light climb, flicker, fade, and disappear, it feels like when I inhale and hold my breath not knowing if it is my last breath to take. Then,...
I was in New York City. It's so not like me, but one of my readers has an aunt who writes and she hooked me up with her editor, and one thing led to another. I was at 'Jack's Wife Freda,' a place lil ole me would never have gotten into if not for my so-called 'fame.' Whatever! My me is all agog at who is in this place I'd never be without who I was with. An...
Hello, reader. Firstly, I would like to thank you for clicking on my story. At this point I can't assure you that you won't be disappointed; in fact it might be most honest to warn you of impending disappointment. There is not any actual sex in this story, and why you would come to literotica.com to read a story without sex is simply beyond me. But if you're...
God, I thank you that I'm alive. Those were the words in my head at two thirty in the morning on Tuesday, August 7, 2012. I was working an overnight shift as security for one of the biggest parking lots in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. Clad in a black security jacket, black pants and boots, I patrolled the five floors of the parking lot, looking for vagrants...
You can’t know what it’s like unless you’ve experienced it. Imagine like your whole world has narrowed to pinpoint clarity and that for a moment you can forget everything and know everything at the same time. Maybe it’s like what enlightenment is supposed to feel like, or perhaps what Eve felt when she first bit into the apple. Like Eve’s, my downfall w...