"Fucking webslinger, get your crotch outa my face or I'll tear it apart!" Komodo was baring his fangs at Spinner. Spinner was, as always, hanging down from a beam, his crotch directly in front of Komodo's nose. And he had a boner. Nice. Leaning against the bar, I watched the action. "Come on, big boy, we all know you want this bone," Spinner taunted, swing...
Copyright 2010 Suite21men In cruising through the stories on Literotica, I come across compelling arguments for voting and leaving comments. One author's essay on this subject had 45 comments with the readers explaining why they don't comment. I was going to comment also but I ended up with too many words. (3538 to be exact.) Hence, this essay. (After readi...
Authors Note: Although this is generally about straight sex, there is a foray into some male bi stuff. "Well you could always come back to my place and fuck my wife" he said as we sat in a strippers bar just off Deangate in Manchester. "Really?" I said probably nowhere near as surprised as I would have been had I been completely sober. I was visiting...
What makes someone dominant and what makes someone submissive? That's what I'm exploring in this here story. The name is Natasha Tremblay, and I'm a young biracial woman living in the City of Toronto, province of Ontario. I was born in the City of Montreal, Quebec, to a French Canadian father and Haitian immigrant mother. My parents, Neil Tremblay and Jeanni...
Marzia Price wasn't a vain woman by any means, but every time she walked by a mirror, she couldn't help look at her reflection. She loved the reflection that stared back at her, a curvy, large-breasted, tanned ash-blonde who could turn heads whenever she walked into a room. Her lips were soft, pouty and kissable. Her ass had a provocative sway when she walke...
It started off innocently enough. My wife and I had visited friends for brunch. However the engagement turned out to be much longer than either of us had expected. The casual conversation ended up turning to business and almost instantly both my wife and I became board and distant. I know my friends noticed that I was clockwatching- but I really couldn’t h...
Art continues: The computer guy probably will get on my ass about it, but I just had to install an Internet messaging program on my computer at work to keep up with the rapidly changing state of my marriage. After almost divorcing, Kat and I opted instead for a more super-charged sex life within the somewhat less-restrictive bounds of what is often euphemis...
Author's Note: There is no sex in this story. It's a story about women turning the tables by objectifying their husbands to see who has the sexiest man. ------------------------------------------------- John and Eric could hear the women all talking when they walked through the front door. When they stepped into the living room the room went dead silent. T...
Hi sweetheart, How are you? I have been thinking about you all day and have tried to call you several times. I reread the letter I sent you last night and cannot believe how comfortable I feel when I write you. I know I can write whatever I am thinking and you will understand and accept me. You cannot begin to imagine how wonderful that makes me feel. Have...
Dear Benny, You are the only one I have ever told about this. I have always considered you to be my friend, one of my few friends, and really my only male friend. In fact, it was you that gave me the idea to do what I did when you were honest and trusting enough to tell me of your experiences. As long as I can remember, I have always been the stupid, dump...