Part One: Home for Thanksgiving It's been a year since this little story began. It was my final year at a large university on the East Coast. My home is in a small community outside a major city in central California. I majored in sports medicine and received my M.D. I assisted the medical staff with the various teams that made up the school's sports progra...
Author's Note: This story is the first in a series of inter-related stories regarding women with penises. The stories will be related but will not be true sequels. That means you can read one "Island for Dickgirls" story and never read another, read them in any order, or (hopefully) read them all. To aid readers, I will include the same "introduction" sectio...
This story was written to be narrated by another Literotica member, SomeAussieGuy. Here, is the manuscript. * Introduction: Another day at the gym. I've been working out for about 20 minutes, now. Not too long. I'm walking on the treadmill at a pretty steady pace. Not too fast, not too slow. Even though it hasn't been that long, I am starting to break a li...
This story has bisexual experiences taken from various points in my life, and some imagined, all focused on a shared community sauna and steam room in a residential development gym. All parties in this story are 18 years or older. --- It was a couple of days before Jake returned to the gym. He had rarely stopped thinking about it but his encounter with the...
Her name was Stefani, she was a training advisor, and she was German. That much I could tell that from the name badge she wore, with the picture of a German flag over in the corner. And she was extremely pretty, beautiful in fact. That much I could tell that by looking at her as she patiently filled in the form in front of her. I watched as she filled in...
Story two, our second meeting After our amazing first meeting in the pub, images of Debbie monopolised my mind, I wanted to see her again but wondered how she would react to me, Still, she had given me her mobile phone number so a couple of days after our first meeting I called her. "Hi Debbie," I said when she answered, "Its Jeff, are you OK to talk?" "H...
Monday morning Elizabeth Ann wakes up early. She throws the covers off herself and looks at her tanned, naked body. Her dark nipples rise like twin towers in the center of chocolate cookies resting on amber orbs. Her waist is narrow; it's flatness broken only by her navel, which appears as a sensuous hollow that longs to be filled with syrupy cream. Her Ven...
After the events that unfurled in part 1, our sex life took on a new intensity we hadn't had since the early days. Sam's sexual appetite grew and grew into something like I always dreamed it would, and our sex was much more wild and dirty. No longer did she give my cock a few licks, oh no, now she sucked me dry, actually enjoying every mouthful of cum I coul...
Ann felt lost without her closest Valentine's friends. Monsignor Chullikatt had been reassigned to Argentina to develop a larger parish there and Reynaldo Ruiz, her devoted young man, had been convicted of possession with intent to distribute and sent to prison for ten years. Ann still used her balcony for sunbathing, frequently looking across the yard to th...
Mike thought he must have misheard the girl. Did she really say that? "Excuse me?" he said. "Yes," the girl repeated, "in the sauna, you must stay naked." Mike swallowed. "No trunks or even a towel?" "No," the girl replied in that accent, brushing her long blonde hair behind her left ear, "you may sit on your towel, but you won't want to keep it wrapped...