Chapter 2: If only all job interviews were conducted like this. *** "Come in, please!" It was a woman's voice. Women have lots of different voices. The reason for this is probably because there are lots of different women. Some of the voices I was used to were the professional voices of my colleagues when working and their relaxed voices during coffee br...
I was never under any illusions. She liked men. She liked to be loved - physically and unequivocally. Anything else was just filling in her time. Her true joy always was in having her ever trembling little dooverlackie stuffed and stimulated by a raging instrument of joy. I was under no illusions. For Sara's twenty-second birthday, her husband – yes, she w...
Sexual Fantasy Becomes Reality, #04 When fiction becomes fact. Was what happened real, a fantasy, a dream, or a nightmare? First, Joan had forced sex with J. R. and, his bodyguard, big Al where they forced her to blow them and gangbanged her. Then, she had forced lesbian sex with J. R.'s wife, Brigitte, with Madam Crystal, and Madam Tiffany. Now, that her...
Author's note: this story was originally submitted as part of a friendly contest between Literotica authors. I liked the premise so much I decided to expand a little upon it. I hope you enjoy this little Fantasy/Sci-Fi tale. Feel free to comment if you wish, but please don't forget to vote. This is the second of a two-part installment. * * * * Twelfth...
Chapter 3: 'It's Not Cricket But Who Cares' Taking the pick-up was absolutely no problem and by 7.15 I was well on the way to the American Village. To do what? Well, not to put too fine a point on it, to fuck another man's wife. Was that fair? This wife seemed to think so. How would my wife react? Well, as sure as hell I was not going to tell her. Would my...
Lanborn led Resistance into the lounge. The far wall was a panoramic window with a view out to the docks. Scabashank stood there in his black, silk pajamas, his back to them all, hands clasped behind him. Cushions from a low-slung couch had been flung on the floor. There was a long table in front of the couch, an ottoman. A second man impeccably turned out...
The Craig's List ad under W4M read, "5'6", tall, fit, active red-head (with bottle help), 55, educated, set in her ways, looking for non-clingy, non-smoking, active, passionate man. Occasional dinners, trips to the museum, cooking together, quiet evenings and lots of active surprises. Not every day. Pic for Pic. Tell me about yourself, I'll answer your quest...
This story is a work of fiction. There may or may not be sex involved in all the parts of the story. I have no idea how many parts this will span into. I love the character of Leroy and might keep him on as long as his life remains interesting to the readers. DD My name is Leroy Washington and I am a 28 year old computer engineer employed with a fortune 5...
Mr. Walsh buzzed Tamara into the office. She came in holding a notepad and a pen. She stopped, closed the door behind her, then walked cat-like and slow to the seat on the other side of Mr. Walsh's desk. He didn't hide his appraisal of her while she sat down. Mr. Walsh heard Tamara's stockings rub together when she crossed her legs. He was pleased by the way...
Kiersten pouted at Peter over the wine. "Honestly, who holds a masquerade ball before their wedding?" Peter laughed, rubbing her hand. "I know it's not your kind of thing. David and Vanessa are ... well, they're more like me. They're extraverts, instead of introverts, like you. They think it'll be fun, having people just ... socialize. And they both love t...