My name was Antonius. I was the son of Marcus Antonius, a man from a proud family with a long tradition in the Roman Senate. My ancestors had served the Empire with long distinction. That was until the Time of Troubles. Through internal wrangling, my father lost all our money and as a result took a knife to his wrists. In the fall-out my mother married a ma...
Chapter II, Vegas, Baby! The flight was quick, and checking in had been a breeze, thanks to the concierge at the front desk. All she had to do was mention the reserved company suite, and it was "Yes, Ms. Thomas, right this way Ms. Thomas." Cat had to smile as the tension melted away just being in Sin City. Staying in one of the most luxurious suites, and ha...
This is the first story I've written for Literotica, and the first scene that played out in my head as well as I wanted it to. This is a BSDM story between two unrelated adults. ***** Life has been stressful for Daddy lately, and we haven't had much time together. But tonight, Daddy is coming home for the first time in almost a week. I know he'll be frust...
Sumayya awoke to the predawn light, stretching out on her bed luxuriously. When she moved to roll over, she realized that her right arm was loosely bound to the bedpost. It was only then that the events of the previous night came back to her and were cemented into reality as more than a simple nightmare. It was not long before a gentle knock came at the do...
Sturgis Rally Biker Bitch I've attended the Motorcycle Rally in Sturgis, South Dakota almost every year for the last three decades. And I've often brought along a "bitch" -- a woman to serve me and service me during the event. But the best bitch I ever had was a gal named Courtney several years back. This is the story of how she came to join me for the rall...
I drove up to 51 Walden Court with mounting anticipation. My love asked if I'd like to help her out tonight as it was a full moon and she had something special in mind. Of course I accepted and arrived promptly at nine as instructed. I turned off my car and went up to her front door. Before I could ring the bell I noticed that there was a bag on her stoop w...
I am going to take you to the Sally and Mike, an underground club, its name chosen for its initials. I dress you Myself. My warm hands caress your white neck as I put your collar on you, and I bite you hard to leave a mark, My warm tongue leaving a cold spot as My juices linger on your skin. you put your hands over your head and I slip a tight black formfitt...
**This is Room 4. You may wish to read Room 1, 2 and 3 to follow Jay's experience in the Institution. I welcome feedback and ideas, so feel free to send through.** ---------- David and Jay entered the elevator that connected the apartment back to the main foyer of the Institution. David brought with them the girl who moments before had been fucking hersel...
Author's note: welcome to a new series. Yes, this is very much like a genie tale, but there's a couple twists which hopefully change things around beyond Joe Brolly's mythology without being too incompatible. There are also ties back to mythology outside Mr. Brolly's wonderful story setting. Hope ya enjoy! This is not a quick stroke story. There will be sex...
It had all started with my craving to worship female feet. Especially the feet of exotic dancers who heard fetish requests all the time. Their feet were regularly on display to perv and lust after. Some of the girls exploited the fetishes of men like me not only inside the clubs but outside as well. One such dancer was Amber who had blond hair, long legs and...