Last year, a friend of mine was visiting from Banglore and was staying with us. His wife remained at home, far away. One evening we all went out to dinner. Manju, my five year married wife, was dressed in a long blue kurta over white tight round payjama over her sexy slender body. I knew she wore a white lace bra, the outlines of which just peeked out from b...
It's 7:45 am and I'm sitting outside Target waiting for them to open while my wife Kate and her lover Michael are home snuggled up in bed sleeping. I can barely keep my eyes open considering I didn't get to bed until after 3:00 am. My CB3000 chastity device is making my cock shrink smaller than it already is due to the cold air this morning. I have a lot to...
My wife Annalise and I moved into this small New England town a year ago when she decided that we needed a change in our lives. She was a children's television producer and grew tired of the business. She had a Masters in secondary education and decided that, after 12 years in show business, it was finally time to use her college education for its intended p...
The ideas in this piece are merely fictions of the future. They are not meant to cause offence to anyone, whether Jewish, Muslim, Christian, 'Western', religious etc. Please read with an open mind. (I posted Chapter 5 of this story on Literotica in 2007 under the title of 'Discovery Of The Real America', in which the lead character was named Saurus. I have...
Black. Biracial. Mixed-race. At some point, I've used all of these terms to describe myself. Today I am only me. Wanda Beaumont. Friends call me W.B. for short. I was born in the City of Toronto, province of Ontario, to a Haitian mother and Irish-Canadian father. My biological father Sean O'Leary never married my mother, and in fact, he had to be forced by t...
My wife and I divorced the year my daughter turned thirteen. It was an amicable parting. It wasn't a case that we hated each other rather we were both just sick of having the other always there. We both wanted out and we split. It might not have been so amicable if I hadn't had a damn good job and the smarts to make some decent investments. We had ample mon...
Faster Pussycat was a Lesbian theme pop-up bar in the South of Market area of San Francisco. Located on Howard Street, "The Cat" as it was sometimes referred to by its regulars was open one night a week in a club space that was primarily used under a different name. The club got its name (I believe) from an old cult B movie from 1965 of the same name. Frankl...
I was in agony—and ecstasy. Every time I was with Susan I had to ask her,"Have you found anyone yet?". And every time he would smile that slow, lascivious smile and say,"Give me time—you don't want just any old whore off the street do you? I'm looking for that special woman." Well, I wanted a threesome so bad with Susan and another woman that any old whore...
John wiped his forehead on which beads of sweat were beginning to form. He was waiting for the subway after staying late in the office, and the midsummer weather was keeping the underground terminal air thick with humid heat. It was late and he had effectively skipped on dinner, opting instead for a coffeeshop muffin. The napkins that came with it served to...
Dressed only in a gown Sophia Shelton answered the door and looked at the thickset guy in white overalls who said, "You have some internal plaster cracks requiring attention?" She flared, "You were supposed to be here ten days ago." "So you want me to leave and smack myself for being a bad boy and go to a household requiring interior plastering remedial wo...