I woke up the next morning feeling my husband's erect penis pressed against my ass. Viagra always gives him such a wonderful "morning after" erection. I moaned softly and rubbed my ass against him. I felt John's hands wander over my tummy and up to my breasts. He cupped both my breasts in one hand as he gently rocked his hips back and forth. John fondled my...
First Day It was an odd feeling, not grogginess exactly, but a diminished sense of agency, of ability to resist, of the capability to disobey. They had given us the drug just before the auction, the "vending" as They called it, and it had done its job, on me at least. We had been warned that the vending would be difficult, here where men – sorry, old habits...
This story is loosely based on a true story provided me by a Lit reader. He told me to do with the information what I wanted and to write a story about it. It's a romance and I will provide it in five parts. Main Cast Dennis, 25 years old, 5' 11", 175 lbs, brown hair, blue eyes. Jill, 30 years old, 5' 7", 120 pounds, brown hair, blue eyes. Gina, 30 years...
Hours later, Mitch lay awake in the depths of the night, his mind running over the events of the day again and again. What had happened here? Lady Elizabeth must have lusted after him ever since he turned her down. Apparently, she'd been so obsessed that she'd created an effigy of him with which she was living out her lewd sexual fantasies. How could she do...
Lena dropped out of the helicopter and glided down and into the crowd, landing softly, despite dropping some thirty meters, though her large bare breasts whacked her in the face as she crouched to dissipate the momentum. Everywhere around, there were piles of flesh and blood, the likes of which were rarely seen outside the most brutal of televised massacres...
Chapter 8 - Sherry's Diary: Wilder Night Out Author's note: I've been working on this story for a looong time. The first part put to paper (yes, paper) was chapter two, which grew out of a real entry in my diary. Soon after, I began typing chapter one into an old laptop at a local coffee shop, enjoying the thrill of typing an explicit erotic story while sur...
Copyright 2012, Nicolo Parenti ------------- A special guy helps a young woman face and conquer her fantasies. ------------- "Hi, my name is Carie and I'm not selling anything. Can you please take a minute to answer a few questions about the upcoming election? No? No? No?" If you can't handle rejection, don't get into anything that involves door-to-do...
It was without a doubt one of the longest nights of Ross's life. With the exception of Angela's watch in the early hours, she was 'entertaining' her captor for the better part. And the old bastard seemed insatiable. On daybreak, she came back out of the cabin wearing the same sarong from the night before. And as she went topside, she completely avoided Ross...
Mandy had been behind it all. Mandy who sucked on my cock like my semen was the only thing keeping her alive. Mandy who loved to get on top and ride me hard reverse cowgirl, using me for her own gratification with absolutely no regard for my desires. Mandy who invented ailments on a weekly basis just so she could spend half an hour in the infirmary shagging...
This is an intentional slow burn type story, so it gets off to a slow start. I have a direction for this story and it doesn't lend it's self to a quick resolution. More a emotionally charged one. Please let me know what you think. Thanks for reading and letting me write for you. Martin * "Hey baby, It's me." "I know," she said, her words short and clippe...