Baron appeared in his living room. The night at the lab had been long and he'd been unable to focus. The woman intruded his thoughts at every turn. The distraction baffled him. He had no idea what to make of it. Was she a friend? An enemy? Why and how did she invade his thoughts? None of it made sense and the more he thought about it, the more his head ached...
Note: 'Return To Eagles Nest' is the second story in a series that starts with 'At The Eagles Nest'. ~~~~~~ Eight months had gone by since my first party at the Eagle's Nest men's club. Every month or two I had been invited to visit again to take part in one of their gangbangs, always as the sole woman to have the full attention of all their male club memb...
[My dear friend writes stories as Pixie2001. She is my inspiration for this story and contributed some of the memories and ideas. I'll never forget her kindness.] [ Reprise of Part One – If you haven't read Part One, here is the beginning of that part: "This is a love story. It has convinced me after years of personal denial that Dr. Kinsey was right; we ar...
As I drove up to my new slave's home I called her on my cell. "Have you been a good, slave, my little Kat?" I quiz her. "You have not touched your pussy or your nipples all week as promised have you? Have you!" "Well…….." "Slave, what is my rule? Yes master or no master and nothing else unless I give permission. Saying "well", sounds as if you are about t...
Chapter 8: Pay To Play The guys had the Caddy put back together and it was hard to tell it was ever damaged. They started it up and backed it out of the bay. The sun shone into the engine compartment and highlighted it well for them to see. No signs of anything mechanical was wrong, so they closed the hood and shut it off. "There you go guys, almost like n...
I don't know why, I thought since it was Halloween that it would be the one night I could be assured that I could find myself lost in the shadows. With all those out and about I would not be noticed, that it would be safe to assume I would be a faceless individual in the crowd. Little did I know that was not to be the case. My fetish is cross-dressing, to b...
Sunlight streaming through a small gap in the curtains woke Sara the next morning. She stirred, sandwiched between Chaucer and Gable. She looked at both men. Chaucer's red hair was all bed tousled. She thought he looked cute like that. Turning toward Gable, she saw his eyes opening. His gold-flecked hazel eyes focused on her. "Good morning, Miss," he said,...
Chapter 1. My Spotter My name is Jeng. I am 34, male. I am married and I have a family. I teach at a local university. That's all I would like to share about my life in the daylight. This story is not about any of that. This story happened when I went looking for an alternate world ... a world that existed in the shadowy underground of the city, a world tha...
(I thought about using the fetish catagory, but I never wrote one of those before and I am not sure I even can. So...L/W it is.) ____________________________________________ Two decades of marriage makes a couple pretty close. Dana and I were that way, I loved the way her body reacted to my touch and she took great pains to stay in shape. She always dresse...
Author's note: my BDSM stories are mainly D/s in nature – there is no Literotica category for these, so if you do not like D/s, you can skip this story. ***** Molly had taken on a new submissive male, who had what seemed to her to be, a strange need. Kneeling before her, Robyn explained his desires. "Please, Miss. Cage my cock so you'll be completely in c...