It was Monday. I was attempting to focus on my work. I was having some difficulty. My mind kept wondering over the events of the past weekend. I had never spent an entire weekend indulging in the pleasures of the flesh before. I certainly hadn't done so with such a warm, willing and beautiful woman half my age. Hayley was an absolutely amazing woman. So youn...
Author's Note: This story is completely fictional and did not happen. All characters and names are fictional and were made up. I do not make money from these stories. Please do not copy and plagiarize my work. For a dear friend, this story is for you. ****************** Los Angeles, California The morning sun was slow to rise now that daylight savings ti...
I sat there for a second. I didn't know what to do. I was covered in cum. I was filled with cum. And I sat naked in a dark alley. I had to have a good 10-12 blocks still to cover to get to my pimp -- my owner. And here I was, used and abused and with no money to show for it. I scooped up some of the cum on my stomach and licked it. I did it a few more time...
It was late and I was sort of tired, I had bin driving around for about an hour after dropping my friends off. I was burning some time until my friend’s sister, Kristen, was done baby-sitting. I'm not sure why she wanted me to pick her up, but for some reason she did. I was friends with her older brother and we always teased her about how slutty she dressed....
"Sure is a quiet night, for a full moon and all." Patrolman Valkov said- half in jest. "It'll pick up. You wait. The full moon always brings out the crazies." Sergeant Raimes, Valkov's supervisor, replied. The full moon showed itself intermittently between jagged sailing clouds, and, when it did, it cast the city in feeble light and deep inky shadows. It h...
To understand what happens next you have to know the word empathy. When you see a car accident and think to yourself: 'I hope no one was hurt.' You feel empathy for the participants of the accident. When you see a message about a funeral and feel the grief of the family you are being empathic. It is the ability to identify with the someone else's feeling. It...
It had been a long, hard night. A person who's never tended a very busy bar couldn't understand. It's nonstop, loud and smoky. I have to keep a smile on my face, bat my eyes and dress like a slut or I make no money plus that little shit bar back called in again so I spent the night changing kegs and dragging cases of beer and wine into the bar. I'm exhausted...
Special thanks to my wonderful partner, Fish_Tales. Chapter 1 It had begun nobly, as with most things that eventually become corrupted. The Earth had been heating up, so greenhouse gases needed to be reduced. There was widespread poverty and illness. Food was in limited supply. Governments had decided that the best way to manage this was through the use of...
Carly couldn't believe what she had just done, chest burning as she stopped next to the dumpster in the dead end alley, clutching the magazine in her hands. If this didn't work, if he didn't take this they way she wanted, she could get into a lot of trouble. But she couldn't think of anything else. She tried everything else. "What do you think you're doing...
Author's Acknowledgment: A big thank-you to Literotica user Jack_Meehoff for input that inspired this story. ____ The shithole tavern where I work is really busy tonight. There's a haze of smoke that fogs the dim, dingy bar. I see you sitting over there at that table in the corner of my section like you do every Friday night. You're eyeing me like I'm the...