My special treat for my wife was really shaping up. I was just finishing my glass of champagne and noticed Rod, our bellboy, watching my wife intently. She had pushed Officer Steele down on the bed and began to stroke his chest and stomach as she straddled his muscular legs. I could tell she was playfully rubbing him down and talking quietly to him as she ho...
Since that night working for David I hadn't seen or heard from him, but I couldn't get that night out of my mind. Thinking about it made me wet and I'd lost count of the number of wanks I'd had since, plus the number of objects that I'd rammed up my twat to get me off! Then, about two weeks later David came into the restaurant, even though he was at least...
We were in the back room of our local drag club, "Miss Thing's", a very special place where only the seasoned and initiated drag queens and sissies are allowed after hours when the queens have finished performing. As one might imagine putting on an erotic performance going as far as the law will allow all painted up in all their glory makes them aroused in d...
Note: As stated in previous chapters, this is a story about a bisexual submissive man, exploring all his (and mine) kinky fantasies. There are elements of truth in this story, and elements that are things I hope to explore in the future. There is therefore bisexual sex, as well as piss play and much more. If this is your cup of tea, read on! If not, no big....
Note: This story plays off of my previous 2, taking place after both of them. You won't miss too much but you can get more of the backstory by reading my other 2 stories first. ***** I developed to rather uncommon fetish's in pretty uncommon ways through out my life. My first was a fetish around salon capes and haircuts in general. When I was younger I dre...
I met my wife at home in the early afternoon today. She was waiting for me in the bedroom wearing a black spandex microskirt, black open-toed high heels, a pair of thigh-high black leggings that laced up the back starting at her ankles, and a black leather bustier that laced up the front and barely concealed the erect nipples capping her firm mouthfuls of br...
Big thanks to everyone who wrote after Part 1. Hope you like the second part - please let me know. Enjoy... Oh fuck. One hundred minutes left. I can't even conceive of what you'll do to me in one hundred minutes. Which is the rush, isn't it? Suddenly one hundred minutes seems a very, very long time. Suddenly my little eighteen-year-old body seems very tende...
***This is the companion piece of a two-part story. To read the first part go to: http://www.literotica.com/s/our-dirty-secret *** Thanks for reading! --------------------------------------------- "Fuck, that was so hot." You grab me from behind before I barely have a chance to get the apartment door unlocked. You're rubbing my ass through the thin mater...
My name is Lazarus Brown. I am a tall, good-looking young black man living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. By day, I attend Brockton University. I am majoring in criminal justice and someday, I'm going to be a Brockton City policeman. Until then, I'm enjoying all the sexy and mean things a sexy young man with money and loose morals can do. Just so yo...
Authors note: This is my second story submitted to this site. Please post or send comments, especially if they will help me improve my writing. All I ask is that your critical remarks be constructive. Hope you enjoy, and please take the time to vote, especially if you like it. * In my twenties I had a friend - well, buddy is more accurate - with whom I occ...