Preface: Six years ago almost to the day, I started writing a story, inspired by a writer named Quin on literotica. For a while now, I have had this idea, also inspired from one of Quin's stories. It is not exactly a "sequel", in that the story doesn't continue per se. But it is a different perspective. A bit Rashomon-ish, if I may be so bold. So here it is....
I patted Billie on her thigh to let her know I needed to leave. She had planted herself onto my lap as soon as I sat down and had stayed put except for the two times she had to go on stage to strip. the happy hour crowd tossed sweaty, used Washingtons onto the stage for her to bend over and pick up. A courageous few slipped them into her garter with clammy,...
"Yes, please. I'm going to need them by February 23 please." Jade said into the phone, "Yes, it's actually for our Mardi Gras celebration we have every year." "Sounds like fun. In that case, we will definitely have everything shipped out as soon as possible. Do ya'll do anything special for Valentine's Day?" "No, we are usually so busy baking heart-shaped...
"Go, go, go, go, go, mister, go," she said, looking over her shoulder out the back window of my car. I pulled out into the road, accelerating a little faster than I might normally, but not really fast. Not fast enough. The 4x4 with the huge tires slammed into the back of my BMW with his fat, thick bumper guards and jolted us forward. My head hit the headre...
"It's not that I'm loose, you know. He always says that, but it's not true!" "Shhh - quiet down, Lauren. We're not exactly in private," Andrea said as a few eyebrows were raised in the small patio café. "Sorry. It just frustrates me, that's all. Plus, it's not like I'm a slut or anything, and fucked a ton of guys before we got married..." Lauren insisted....
Author's Note: I've been itching to write this story ever since I heard a certain song. Everyone interprets things in different ways. This is how I pictured this song. You're probably wondering what song I'm talking about. It's called "Hoppipolla" by the Icelandic band Sigur Ros. If you haven't heard it before, check it out. It will change your life. Happy R...
After I cleaned up the mess in the bedroom left from a day of lovemaking with Sandy, I called Rachel. When there was no answer, I presumed she was still in Minneapolis. Nonetheless, I decided I would drop by the bookstore to see if she was there but not answering the phone. Then I could go around the corner to Wendover's Gallery to let them know my pictures...
I Fought The Law, and We Both Won...Sort Of... (c)2012 Daniel deLaire It's about 8:30 on a Thursday morning, and I am driving along the back roads, away from the highway with the others making their way to wherever it is they're off to. Most of them are headed to work. I am not. I work long, hard nights at the Kwik Mart near my house so my day, thankfully,...
The dark shape that filled the far end of the only complete conference room on the pirate skyship oozed dread. Malevolence seemed to seep from every single pore of the shadowy form, and the darkness that filled the conference room, cast by harsh electric lights that were hung from the ceiling and walls by copper wires and cheap adhesive tape, was filled with...
Though I must apologize to my wonderful readers who are hungry for more "Orgasm Torture" for not posting any installments lately, I hope that this "early work" of mine will amuse and arouse them. There a hundreds of fantasies that take place in all-female academic settings (and that's just in *my* mind!) but hopefully, you will find this one different enough...