Rose ran a Tea Room on the fringes of the Garden District, within a short distance to Storyville and the French Quarter. Both neighborhoods contributed to her business success. From mid-morning to mid-afternoon, Rose would entertain the wealthy ladies of the Garden District. Her tables were always full, partly owing to the variety of coffees and teas that R...
Zafar was a forest ranger living in a bungalow with a boy who was responsible for all the house chores. The weather was cold, and huge snowfalls were routine. Zafar couldn't leave his station as they were on special duty to protect the forest from illegal logging. One year, his houseboy received a message from home saying his father was seriously ill. He had...
Ever since I was old enough to masturbate I had thought of putting my erect penis into every attractive girl that I saw. I imagined that when a girl flirted with me she wanted me inside her. Like most young people of the time, and particularly boys I thought is was all about my cock, and girl's pussies were just something to fulfill that need. But I also wor...
Introduction: The Spear & Plow Inn It was a long hot summer day. The wind-swept grain fields that lined either side of the road, formed marine-like swells on an open sea of yellow-tan. While picturesque, it offered no shelter from the bitter rays of the sun. Tyler cursed the burdensome sphere as he mopped the sweat from the back of his neck. The road came u...
*Today* I stared at her, pleading with my eyes. She just raised an eyebrow expectantly and nodded towards the last item of clothing I had left - my briefs. There was an amused grin on her face that should have set off warning bells in my head but instead was just causing more blood to flow away from my brain and into the pulsating erection currently hiding...
Most of my stories are extracts from a journal I started keeping some years back, for my own erotic entertainment. I thought I was the only person who did this, until I discovered Literotica and hundreds of other like-minded people. The only embellishments are to make the story more interesting to read. One other fact is that I am always naked when at home....
*Part 11 of an ongoing story... True to her word, Carrie had made Saturday nights into "Endurance Night." We'd sit down in the living room with a bottle of wine and as we did so, we'd start the clock. And we'd see how long I could last. As promised, she tried to help. She'd tell me to stop if she thought I should stop. She'd say hands off if she thought it...
Minter's cock bulged in its strange and tortured position, pulled between his legs and his bell-end teased by the foreskin rings as his gait was enforced to one which matched his feminine appearance. The three women taunted him mercilessly as he sat precariously on the cab seat, perched on the edge as each movement vibrated through his balls which he now hal...
Diary Entry: It is the year of our lord seventeen hundred and seventy nine and this day has found me traveling the Scottish land on my way to visit my godparents Lord and Lady McCloud. My father and Lord McCloud, Uncle Angus to me, had been good friends from before he had ever met my mother here in Scotland. This year my parents decided to holiday in Englan...
Gray's cock returned to a full erection despite having already indulged in the luxury of two ejaculations earlier in the day as he was pulled naked over a chair, his ankles bound to the rear legs, his wrists to the front ones. He would receive the cane from the young ginger Hattie while Ella, Constance, and Penelope Minter and the maid Lorna looked on enthus...