I often re-read stories that I like. My bookshelves groan with the weight of books collected over the last sixty odd years. To re-read the stories from the Literotica web site needs, at the very least, a note of the titles and authors. I lost track of three stories before I started making notes! Furthermore, on holiday at our caravan there is no way of conne...
Chapter One The sun beat down upon the heads of the large crowd gathered out by the stables for the afternoon auction. Although many of the people hanging around were wearing typical comfortable, auction clothing, this wasn't going to be a typical comfortable auction. No, instead of the normal cattle and horses being auctioned off, this time it was men them...
I'd always lusted after my wife's aunt. Right from the day I first met her, sitting on the lawn of her house. From where I stood, I could look up her short skirt and see that she was wearing stockings and suspenders, not tights. A rare thing in the 1980's. She is seven years older than my wife and ten older than me and she is very sexy. Over the following y...
She had just gotten out of her bathtub, in which she had been soaking for almost 45 minutes. She felt very relaxed; all the day's stress had seeped out and left her very calm and sleepy. She used some scented bath oil to give her whole body the aroma of lavender. As she toweled herself off she ran her hands over her smooth creamy skin, relishing in the tingl...
He pulls her full-head blindfold back down over her mouth; trapping her knickers inside, letting her smell and taste herself. He then pulls a collar from his pocket and secures it around her neck, not too tight to restrict but tight enough so she knows it is there. Fixing a leash to this he whispers to her "on your knees." Obediently, she falls gently to her...
The phone on Miss Martinet's expansive (and expensive) mahogany desk buzzed discreetly. On the other end, a demure woman's voice murmured, "The two students you asked for are here, ma'am." "Send them in," Miss Martinet replied, her well-manicured hands patting her tight bun of silver-streaked hair and then she straightened the collar of her blouse. The do...
I heard the doorbell ring. "I'll get it Jon. It's probably Betty." I finished grabbing a beer from the fridge and as I walked into the living room could hear the two of them talking. "Let's get your things up to your room, and we can talk more." "Hi Jon," Betty gave me a quick hug, "thank you for letting me stay." "No problem, you know you are welcome he...
It had been several months since the arrangement my mum made with the basketball team began. It wasn't unusual to come home on a night and find mum on her knees sucking one or two hung black college students in my living room. Sometimes there were more but usually there would be at least four to five over the weekend. This was enough to keep my bully Brad an...
It has been over a year since I opened an account in this website and decided to write down a lot of my personal demons to be able to deal with them. As I talked about them with you folks, me and my close friends were able to exorcise our own demons through my stories, I began to feel better. I saw that there was something there, in these stories, that could...
Tonight was my night; tonight I would get to decide what would happen. I had been giving it much thought since Monique had reminded me of that last night. I had decided that my fantasy was to capture this evening's session on film so that Hillary and I could watch and fuck to it throughout the cold winter months. I was also fascinated as to what was left i...