It was time for my second lesson and I was told I had to be in top form. I had corresponded with a woman to be her sex slave. She agreed only if I could prove myself. I had written a long list of kinky things I was willing to do for her. She wanted me tested by her boyfriend. She made it clear if I passed the tests, I would be her slave but used mostly by he...
My next-door neighbor is named Henry Friendly. He is a middle-aged man who has never been married and probably never even hand a girl friend and I've never seen a dog or a car around the house either. I've always thought of his as a reclusive. He barely comes out during the day and I never see him leave at night. No one ever comes to visit him and the mailm...
Anna and I had been in the Bahamas for 3 days when we were sitting beneath a blue and white striped sun umbrella at an outdoor lounge, talking with the couple that was long known to me and Anna but since we didn't come there together and didn't know were there they'd allowed us to join them at the last available table. We were attired as typical tourists: t...
I am a professor at a small Midwestern college which will have to remain nameless in this story. The college dominates our small town as the largest employer, and the student body makes up a large percentage of the population. There is nothing too unusual about that, there are countless little college towns like ours. I had called in a female student for a...
My name is Jim, and I'm 20 years old. A year ago I was very much a nerd. Only one date in my life, with a friend. Girls were scary creatures. I was always the shortest in my class and wore thick glasses. Kids called me four eyes back then. During the past two years I grew a bunch and am now an even six feet tall and not quite so skinny. I changed to contac...
Love and trust, two things I thought for the longest time I'd never achieve in my lifetime. I was an innocent boy, untouched by the ugliness that life sometimes throws at you when the incident happened that set everything into play. There is a line from a Charles Dickens classic that best describes my childhood, 'It was the best of times, it was the worst...
That was how it started. The "lots of time to think about it" flew by. David and I did talk about it a few times without either of us deciding whether it was a good idea or too wild for words. "They must have a ton of people to pick from." "Maybe not. The quote partial nudity unquote in the play might put some people off; and they need someone who looks go...
Mila had gone to work while Wes busied himself on his computer at the dining room table. For some reason, he always waited until Mila was gone before he started transferring the videos and pictures from his phone or video camera. Partly because he knew they would embarrass her - the things she did in the heat of the moment always did afterwards - and partly...
When I was eighteen, I loved to dress up in my mother's clothes. My little boner would rise with anticipation as I would search for treasure in her hamper. Once, when I was home alone from school I added makeup to my play. I had panties and a bra, a girdle, and a copy of Cosmopolitan to guide me. I sat at my mother's make up table and began to learn about my...
Note: This first submission is the result of a collaboration with another Literotica user, JonMH. The wonderful plot is his creation and he enticed me to write into the story and add some sound effects. We would love to hear from readers so please do leave a comment and let us know if we should continue this partnership. ***** Stepping out of the taxi and...