It's been a very long time since my last installment, so forgive me if I'm a bit rusty. Thanks again to everyone who has taken the time to send me feedback in the past, and I look forward to hearing what you think of this latest perverted tale. * I stand in the shower rubbing my soft soapy cock with both hands. The hot water hits the back of my neck, runs...
(Dear Gentle Lit Readers: As is usually the case, a story is more than just the fantasy of the writer. Thanks as always to Availableslave4u for checking it out and editing it. This story is based on My Barista which was one of the first series of stories I wrote and submitted to Lit. This is not a quick wank story, so unless you like a ton of background, re...
Mistress Sheila grabbed my leash and led me toward her dungeon. It's not easy moving quickly when on your hands and knees, and I scrambled after her trying not to delay her. I didn't want to irritate her any further. We entered her dungeon, and she walked directly over to the wooden horse. "Stand up," she commanded. I stood tall, but Mistress was unhappy....
"No, I'm not going to give you a blowjob!" Sophie told Max, her fellow second year medical student. "But you promised!" the lanky nerd replied. The two were arguing in hushed whispers in the library of the old New England medical school they attended. Sophie noticed that some of the other students had unburied their faces from the textbooks and journals in...
My journey into the wonderful world of open and exhilarating sex started out very slowly. Like most men, I seem to be constantly aroused and ready. This unfortunately is not quite the same for all the women I know. My wife and I initially had some great and almost regular sex. Like most cases though, this started to wane and almost became non existent. The...
It was her birthday, and Susan was spending it hiding in her corner office. At least here she no one would badger her to go out and do something to celebrate. She just wanted the day to pass without notice. It was a Saturday, so with any luck she could escape well meaning friends and co-workers. As the elevator opened to the floor of the office building wher...
I sat on my haunches beside her favorite chair. The room was quite dark, except for the sliver of light streaming through the almost closed curtain. I have been waiting like this for over an hour. Sitting. Waiting. Anticipating her arrival. She promised me a gift if I did everything to her satisfaction. Like a child in a candy store, my mind filled with a th...
John and Ellen were our favorite swinger friends. One evening I ask John how they got into the lifestyle. John laughed and said, "That is quite a story." I said, "Please tell me." John and Ellen married when he was a pilot. He was not making much money, so they had one car that he used to go to and from the airport. When their child was two, he was hired b...
I spend way too much of my time hunched over the computer in my home office chatting, looking at and reading erotica, and living an extremely proactive fantasy life. I've often thought that were I to experience some sort of actual fulfillment of those fantasies, it would come via meeting someone in an AOL chat or something of that ilk, and in a way I guess...
I was eighteen before I worked up the courage to let a boy fuck me! I am a good looking girl, petite with long blonde hair and green eyes and a pair of firm 34C breasts but I avoided going out alone with boys even though many of them at school were clearly attracted to me. My girl friends would tell me how boys had fondled them, pressed their tits, stuck the...