Bartered Orgasms with Agonies of Faith (Part Two.) About 4,200 words. No gratuitous sex and all characters are fictional with no intended similarity to persons living or dead. All characters are adult or at least 18 years old in paragraphs elucidating sex. It is an attempt to consider the implications of whoring in momentous historic episodes of social, pol...
I remember lying in that hospital bed right after the operation, looking up at the ceiling and just thinking. Feeling as though a crocodile had just gone down on me, I was too nervous even to shift my position for fear of intense agony. Dr. Pitchett had been in only once since I had woken up, to explain a few things to me with the help of his beautiful Thai...
The Game My mother in law and I play this little game. It involves the fly of my boxer shorts and her looking at my dick. The way it works is this... Generally when I am visiting her house, when or she is visiting mine, she and I are the first two people in the house awake. My habit has always been to make coffee in the kitchen before actually getting dres...
No new ground covered below. A reader asked for a short story about a certain situation which she admits to doing as a freshman. I needed a twist for a long shelved story, so I stitched them together. Please read my profile for my stance on comments. Feel free to email suggestions or to start a conversation. Private messages work too. Barry Gibb: "Where is...
Note: This story is the third episode in a series entitled "April's Story". If you have not read the previous two episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter. This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I strongly recommend that y...
As you are preparing for your day your television flickers on with an emergency broadcast comes on and the tornado siren near your home screams. The emergency broadcast beeps: “Attention citizens stay in doors and lock your windows and doors until further notice, Martial Law is now in effect. Anyone seen trying to leave the city will be detained or forced ba...
During my senior year in college, I was working quite a bit to establish myself in my career, so I found myself increasingly opting for evening rather than afternoon classes (only Freshmen are dumb enough to take morning classes...) My college is located in a major metropolitan area, so in addition to traditional students, there were also quite a few mid-car...
Soon after submitting this, my first Literotica, story I revised it and re-ordered some of the sections. This revised version was then left, forgotten, until I recently found it again lurking on my hard drive. I have dusted it off written a new introduction and made a few other small edits. So here it is. * Several years ago Jenny and John bought a run do...
Chapter 02: Labor Day Picnic Foreword: This is a work of fiction. None of the people in this story are real. None of these events ever happened. This story is nothing more than words that came from my imagination. Any similarity to any real people, places, or events is purely coincidental. Operators of erotic story web sites, whether free or fee-based, ha...
Sandy was an old biker babe. She was old and she liked old bikers. Old for bikers is over fifty. She could still throw a hairy tattooed leg over a chopped hog and stick to the seat. It was the combination of vibrations that did "it" for her. The four stroke Harley engine puts out the main two per. She preferred the chain drive over the belt drive. She liked...