Now, before I start offending anyone, I just want to say this: This submission is just a jab in the ribs to some of those fetishes that are a little....how should I say, WHOA! These are entirely my opinions and do not necessarily reflect the opinions of Literotica or anyone else. The first thing I'm going to mention is scat and golden showers. I seriously w...
Bill Thornbury, holding his cards just below his eyes, watched Jack Burton laying down his three aces. “There, you bushwhackers, read em and weep,” Jack said as he reached for the pot. “Not so fast,” Bill said. “I did not stay in just to sweeten the pot” With that, he lay down his cards. “Just got these itty bitty pair of sixes, and three pretty nines, for...
Wake up. Eat breakfast. Work. Lunch. Work. Come home. Play video games all evening. Sleep. A pretty average day for a gamer like yourself but it took a grueling duration of waiting in order to finally reach the evening! Now that you're home after a long day of work, you can't help but plop down onto your couch with a relaxed sigh. The multiple gaming systems...
The end of the story. I part from these characters with real regret. It's been an experience for which I am endlessly grateful, most of all to Grandmaster dweaver999, il miglior fabbro, for creating these people and this world, and letting me into it; to Laurel and Manu for giving me the opportunity and the place to tell this story; and to my fellow authors,...
The pungent smell of ammonia startled Garrit. Unable to see with his blurred vision from sleep, he tried to rub his eyes. Yet, his wrists painfully hit a sharp metal brace. The metal brace felt like handcuffs. His hands were behind his back. Bright light blinded him. He could hear heavy boots pacing and turning on the floor. His vision became clearer. A sma...
It's always a good thing to take a vacation. I ought to know, I take many of them every year. My name is Ramon Stefan Costa and I'm the Vice President of Special Projects at Costa Enterprises, a multi-billion-dollar, high-tech gadget manufacturing company. We have branches in Los Angeles, Boston, New York, Las Vegas and San Francisco. And we're quickly expan...
From the Devil's Cradle Ch 1 All characters are at least eighteen years of age. * Caleb Sparks sat with his hands folded on the table, casually he rolling his right wrist forward away an inch or so from him glancing at his CASIO Rangeman wristwatch, 21:17 hours that evening. Caleb let out a small sigh, he'd been sitting here for almost eight full hours. H...
Taylor was born and raised in Grayson, Kentucky, a rural, scenic little town with a population of about 4,000. He'd had a fairly typical small-town American life, was handsome, outgoing and popular and played wide receiver on the football team in high school. He'd dreamed of playing in the NFL, being a superstar athlete, marrying a supermodel, or marrying...
My name was Lucy Lee and I was without doubt the hottest girl in high school. At eighteen my body had developed in beauty exponentially as I aged so had my proportions. The guys had christened me 'juicy Lucy' and though I feigned disgust, secretly I enjoyed their lustful preoccupation with my body. At 36C, my breasts were a cherished prize in my high school...
Disclaimer: I don't own Dead Island. This is a purely non-canon story for your amusement. Banoi was anything but paradise. With the undead spreading like wildfire on the beautiful nightmare island, death was becoming too common. Survivor Xian Mei knows this all too well. Having been transferred as a spy in Banoi from her bullshit agency in Hong Kong, Xian...