Breastford seemed unusually brisk as Coach Steven Blue stepped out of his car and began making his way into the school. He had been making up excuses for each night he and Nina had had an appointment, but tonight was also the night the school principal - Evelyn Evers - had asked him to meet with her. As a result he had scheduled his counseling session with N...
This will be the final chapter of My Wife The Hero. Yes, I did put "To Be Continued..." at the end, but the story will be picked up by the kids in a new series entitled "Tim and Tina's Story" and will obviously be in the Incest category. I want to thank all of you who have given my positive feedback and constructive criticism along the way. This has been a f...
I must have stayed kneeling by the pool for another 5 minutes after they left. I knelt there in the most complete shame I had ever felt in my life up to this point. Confused and unclear why this was all happening in such a degrading manner, my mind wandered. I was so demoralized that my stomach was twisted into large knots as I struggled desperately to fin...
She was leading me unerringly to my place. How did She know where I lived, I wondered briefly before the effort of walking with such a large plug in sissy hole forced my attention else where. Panting more from nerves than the walk I quickly opened the door to the building to get us in and off the street. Almost immediately my landlady was upon us. I nearly s...
The power that rushed through Emma's body with the touch of a button was staggering. Her pulse pounded and breath whooshed softly out of her parted lips. She flinched as the explosion hit, leaning further back by instinct, trying to protect herself. The warmth of Liam's body soothed and thrilled her as well. For a moment the five stood and watched the sh...
The following is a complete work of fiction inspired by Roman history, with a strong fantasy aspect for the use of artistic license. The original story which was previously posted on Literotica has been completely revamped, so the folks who have been following the story might want to go back and re-read from Chapter 1. The idea of intrigue, betrayal and a po...
I read one of those social forums a while back that turned into a massive time-sink. The header was something like 'where's the most dangerous place you've ever had sex?' Total click-bait, but I ended up taking a long look; me and about a million other voyeurs. The thread started out pretty tame, but after awhile it started to turn really salacious. By the t...
I am sitting in your living room sipping tea waiting for you to arrive home from work. I have been here for a while having brought a large number of items in my black bag and preparing your house for the evening entertainment. I hear the door open and close and then your footsteps. As you enter your living room you see me and I can instantly read your face...
Authors Note: This is my twenty-seventh story. Part of it was inspired by an email from a friend and part of it is my response to his fantasy email. Enjoy and please remember that all feedback is greatly appreciated! ************************************* Currently single and preferring things that way, I have an arrangement with a friend of mine, Clark, in...
"Hilton, Paris. Number 11669. Isolation cell #3," the voice rang out in her head, over and over again. A goddamn number. How on earth did they think that they could reduce her to a goddamn number. Fucking dumb cops and their stupid little jails and uniforms. She couldn't believe that they would assign her a number and make her wear these terrible clothes. W...