Emma’s phone buzzed violently against her nightstand, the sound like a trapped wasp. She groaned, rolling over in bed, her bleary eyes struggling to adjust to the morning light seeping through her cheap apartment blinds. The clock read 8:17 AM—way too early for this shit. She grabbed her phone, thumb smearing against the screen as she swiped away a dozen sle...
You have been messaging Dasha for many months privately. She has always sent you cute pictures of her, rarely anything too sexy. For a little extra cash, Dasha offers to do a private modelling session, with you holding the camera or helping to direct the scene. You love Dasha for everything about her. Her personality, her body, her face, her mannerisms, her...
There are other stories about McKayla here in Literotica that were submitted before this one, and my story is absolutely NOT intended to be a ripoff of the others. It's just my fantasy and that's all this story is, a fantasy. It never happened...but goddamn I wish it would! I think this might be my best story so far, so enjoy! **************** Besides a fe...
Missy sat in her car her fingers still sticky with her juices, cheeks still burning with embarrassment, over what had happened. It all started out so simple, she lost a bet with her friend Savannah and had to wear a plaid skirt pantiless for one day, out shopping, I mean how hard was that?? Missy began walking around the mall in nothing but a short plaid sk...
Hot Shop Copyright Oggbashan September 2016 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. It was another of those hot, humid summer e...
Sex robot M3 day two continued. I had just finished reading the last message telling me to relax when I got the next one: M3 don't put the armband on until instructed. The transdermal patch could be harmful if you wear it unmonitored. I took a shower and got dressed; I was still so shocked I couldn't think straight. I just kept obsessing about what had h...
NEEDFUL THINGS (with apologies to Stephen King) Diiinggg! The shop bell gave a resounding ring as Mrs Pennington-Smythe pushed open the door of the dingy old shop. Amelia Pennington-Smythe was the haughty national delegate of the Association of Towns Women's Clubs and as such she travelled around the country to various meetings. As a keen collector of anti...
1970 seemed to Sid the year that the excitement had ended. The mini skirt had turned to the dull maxi skirt, free love replaced by Mary Whitehouse and even the cars looked dull and unimaginative in design. They were like blue or silver cigarette cases on wheels. The sixties had been great, full of taboo breaking sex, brilliant music, and rebellion against...
* * * * * Copyright Oggbashan August 2005 This story is based on a story in German 'Tuchladen' and the author has adapted the basic translation to form a new story. The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of those parts of this story that are his original work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; t...
I walked home, heels clicking on the pavement, feeling full of life. What had I done? Something completely out of the ordinary, and it had left me feeling, well, amazing. The world seemed brighter, sharper, louder—Like I had been looking at the world through dirty sunglasses, and now I'd taken them off. I got back to my flat and climbed the stairs; let mysel...