I will always remember my first visit to Mako's in Orlando. My girls convinced me it was the hottest place to be and I should go. They tried to tell what it was like but no words could do it justice but it sounded exciting. Apparently Halloween doesn't come just once a year because all the bartenders and shooter girls were dressed up in various Halloween cos...
Every year, June 22nd, she comes back to the park. This was her fifth year. She always wears the same thing--a cotton dress, sandals. Her hair, undone and loose, the waves cascading down her shoulder blades, caressing her skin, just a hint of sweat. Everything just the same as it was the day she saw Rowan. Five years ago now, hard to believe. She was younge...
A sandstorm outside ate what was left of the paint job on my flesh-colored Ford Festiva. With zero sense of rhythm, I pumped atop the Native American woman I shared the mattress with. A box spring away, the lass' Latina friend was manually servicing some Vietnamese guy. And that's when he arrived. Horny to the point of drooling, maneuvering a motorized whee...
Diane, my wife, and I have developed a very liberal attitude about sex. After a couple of years of marriage she had lost most of her inhibitions and now enjoyed sex and showing off her body. Sometimes she was even willing to share herself for me. We had started with a longtime friend of mine who had always had an eye for her. She had protested but later admi...
The episode I am about to relate took place in the winter break following the summer vacations in which I had had the good fortune to deflower my cousins Madhu and Sudha and their friend Lata. (For more details read the series 'Loves of Ramu' written by my good friend Sahebji). I was looking forward to the month long winter break so that I could again fuck...
He sat in the old swing on his back porch and looked out across the back lawn. It was only a few years ago that he used to sit in that same swing and look out at the sea from his front porch on the island. He loved old porch swings. So many memories could be made and relived in them. Tonight his mind went to little mountain town, reliving precious moments....
It was a dark and warm night with a slight breeze When Bianca was walking across the lonely park. As she was walking across the path she saw the swing set and quickly checked her watch to see the time, she had to get home before her mum came looking for her. She had just enough time for a go on the swings, her favourite play equipment even though she had j...
Chapter 1 - Bike Riding ======================= One day Steve and I were out riding our bikes near dusk so we started heading towards my house. I was wearing my favorite cutoffs for bike riding. I'd ripped them so high that I didn't dare wear them into a store or most public places as I would've probably been asked to leave for indecent exposure! Then agai...
Flogging The most important part of a flogger are the falls also called lashes, thongs, tresses, strands, etc. These falls are made of different materials, in different styles and with different ends or tips. Handle and knob designs are mostly a matter of personal taste as well as the maker's signature (especially in the knobs). But the falls make a very re...
My most sincere appreciation to literotica volunteer editor, "basilisk," for agreeing to sink her fangs into the cluttered jumble of words and thoughts I originally created. Without her generous contribution of both time and patient nudges, this story never would have molted to its present form. CHAPTER ONE A "siren" in Greek mythology is one of a group o...