"I have a thought," Giles said. He sat on the edge of the library's reading couch, his thick erection rising rigidly from a patch of black and silver pubic hair. "It seems to me that we have four people here, and that we're quite committed to oral sex as a sort of theme, if you will. Assuming there are extremes Mr. Harris and I would rather not go to, I assu...
Tina towered over me, all plump, 6 foot-3 inches of blond, blue eyed woman. I looked straight up. She had her hands on her hips. "Hey, Carlos. Sarah needs another half hour," she said. "God damn it. I don't want to be here. I want to get out, have a drink, relax." She slid her hand over my chest. I looked sideways at her big beautiful legs, no more than in...
I am Sheba, she thought. Born from sin, her mother had once told her. She had not been a good mother, or person, and very bitter, drunk, and high for all of Sheba's life. Sheba did not care now, for she had grown up and embraced the world for what it was. Wicked, and evil, and yet full of sinful pleasures that she had developed a taste for. Having been bor...
Day Eleven – Exhibitions Kelli lay face up and naked on the forest floor, wrists and ankles firmly staked to the ground. Skin smeared and dirty from the soil, the detritus of the woods adhered to various parts of her bare body, held in place with a thin sheen of cold sweat. Though blindfolded, her head strained upwards as she sought to identify the source o...
I have always considered myself an ugly duckling that never matured into the beautiful swan that Hans Christian Andersen wrote about. Well I guess I'm not truly ugly, but probably just completely and utterly plain. Maybe that's why my Mom named me Jane. I'm not really fat, but certainly not sleek. My hair isn't dry and discolored, but always seems frizzy....
So that the dear sometimes hyper literotica readers don't get their panties in a bunch when they read this, this story is 100% fantasy and does not, and is not intended to, make any political statement whatsoever. Nor is it intended to in any way influence anyone's position on any political issue or candidate. When your main "talent" is that you're big and...
Which man first saw the other? Ransome Farrell peering up through the security sluice or Ian Abercrombie looking down into the air terminal's public concourse? If either man shared a single thought, it was each preferred airports before this recent mania for hysterical safety measures. Until wanton unimaginable murder became real and media puffed ragtag te...
"Change alone is eternal, perpetual, immortal" Arthur Schopenhauer I had had an epiphany. She was not so young as I thought. This fey-woman was like no one who I had ever known. She was clever and witty and wise far beyond her years. Her beauty surpassed not only my experience, but also my wildness imaginings. Transparent alabaster skin so soft to the touc...
Blake Oates couldn't believe what he was looking at through his binoculars: a beautiful, and completely naked, young brunette displaying herself out in a field a clearing in the forest he was hiding in. Presumably, she thought she was safe, because no one else seemed to be anywhere in the area; certainly, he was far away enough-about one hundred yards away...
Wendy smiled as they passed the starting field. The sun was already blasting down on the busy crowd, colorful shirts and nervous chatter overloaded her senses. "Thanks for doing this, Luke! I'll make it up soon." "No worries, Wendy. Just let me win this time." "No chance, sweetie. You'll see my backside from start to finish. As always." "Then I demand a...