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Feed Me

by Jay Richards on Sep 19, 2017
Fetish

I am basically a docile man. Simple and very ordinary. I never have asked much of my wife; we have lived a simple life. I haven't asked for much, though in my most deeply held desires I have wished that I could be a man who could ask for and receive carnal pleasures that I could only imagine. Things I have read about, and seen on video, and dreamed about....

Feed Me Ch. 02

by Jay Richards on Sep 19, 2017
Fetish

" I still can't believe I did that, and I wanted more of it. There is so much more I want to do now with you but that will have to wait. I couldn't get hard again now if I wanted to." She kissed me, "We have time now baby, and I can't wait for you to tell me, or show me what you want to do. I'm open for anything." I smiled. My mind went to work with so man...

Feeding the Pack Ch. 02

by VelvetCream on Sep 13, 2017
NonHuman

"M-milk?" Oh God, what was he talking about? She'd never had any children. She'd only lost her virginity last year to her boyfriend, right before they separated to go to college. They'd fucked like bunnies during the summer, but then that well had dried up when they'd gone their separate ways. It's not like she didn't have the looks to find a boyfriend with...

Feeding

by lisa_m_h on Sep 16, 2017
Fetish

It was a few days after I'd returned to work from maternity leave. My breasts were swollen and producing a large amount of milk, much more than I actually needed. Every day at lunch, I would retreat to a small storage space just off the break room and use the breast pump while I ate. The employees and temps shared the break room with tenants, and there were...

Feeding the Pussy

by K.K. on Sep 18, 2017
Loving Wives

My wife and I are both 35 years old and have been married for 10 years now. My name is George and my wife’s name is Sharon. Five years ago we moved into a new house in a new subdivision. Our next-door neighbors, John and Mary, are the only neighbors that have been here as long as we have. While John and Mary weren’t what I would call close friends of ours, w...

Feeding Yvette

by Tolstushki on Sep 16, 2017
Fetish

"Oh. My. God, this is the girl I saw here last week," - said Mike quietly, pointing discreetly at a girl who just walked into the restaurant. I followed his gesture and saw her as well. My mouth went dry instantly, rivaled only by the instant stirring in my pants. You see, me and Mike are long-time friends and roommates. When we were teenagers together, we...

Feeding the Hungry

by royalrogue on Sep 12, 2017
Fetish

Michael flew into the small northern town for a two-day conference. A hotel, a travel budget, and a new place to explore, even a small town, was enough distraction to ensure he wouldn't be bored even if Laura hadn't decided to take charge of his evening hours. Laura met him at the conference on the first day. She was attending as a representative of a local...

Feedback

by Hitchhiker on Sep 17, 2017
Mature

Writing erotic stories and posting them on literotica.com, has been one of the most rewarding and constructive pastimes I have taken up over the past few years. My first story, 'Magic Medicine', received its first feedback e-mail within a couple of days, and from that first feedback e-mail, the character Ann was born and a rewarding symbiotic relationship...

Feeding the Young

by sourdough999 on Aug 19, 2017
Erotic Horror

Norm had the feeling she knew he was stalking her and that made him cautious. Did she want to get raped? She didn't look like the typical police decoy with the way she was dressed. The bitch dressed kind of weird actually; a baggy trench coat, wide floppy hat and oversized sunglasses. No, not a cop but...well, Norm hoped she wasn't a cross dresser. The middl...

Feeding the Desire

by FamiliarEnough on Aug 31, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

"Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!" I was late. Stupid late. The kind of late that is unforgivable. I had no good excuse. I was talking with friends and lost track of time. The four beers I had consumed over dinner probably didn't help me out either. I straightened my tie and dashed up the stairs of the house ringing the doorbell. "Come on, Anton. Answer. Ans...