Dear readers what I am about to narrate are not my own experiences but those of my friend Ramesh Kumar. Ramu to his friends. Ramu had read my stories and poems. He told me about his sex encounters and said, "Sahebji write them and share them with the world". Well friends gather round and listen to what happened in his own words. (Names etc. have been changed...
CHAPTER ONE: SETTING THE SCENE "Grind down on his face!" Sam perched forward excitedly in her chair, encouraging Laura to rasp her close-shaved, bristly bush roughly against her husband's shiny face. The atmosphere in the room was sexually charged, scored by the symphony of Laura's excited gasps, wet slurps of cunnilingus, and Sam's curt instructions....
Mrs Boroclough lived alone, but her house was the biggest in Peasmarsh. It had tall windows with ornate guards, and a polished copper plate fixed on the wrought-iron gate engraved with her name - as if everyone for fifty miles around didn't know who she was. It was far too big for a widow-woman who's children had grown-up and departed, but she insisted that...
Special thanks to Lit's Volunteer Editors reviews and suggestions that encouraged the best from me: OmegaZone, Nightbird, and Jacuzzigal * The night wears on as Bill sits alone at the hotel bar questioning his sanity; his mind in turmoil, still fogged with barbaric lust. Wrapping trembling fingers around his glass tightly, he shudders reliving the raw plea...
Tuesday, January 4, 1881 God save me from these post-Christmas doldrums! Everything gets so frightfully boring this time of year. Whereas one month ago all the great houses of London were festooned in their finest decorations and every night someone was only too eager to throw a soiree worthy of fond remembrance, now we are all adrift in a sea of ennui. The...
Peter stood at the front door of his parents' house and waved goodbye to his mom and dad as they drove off in their car to the airport and their two week vacation in the Caribbean. He closed the door behind him, ran up the stairs to his bedroom where he stripped off his jogging bottoms and tee-shirt and hurried into his bathroom. He had the house to himself...
All characters are aged 18 or older. Places are real, characters are fictional. *** The city of York in England took me by surprise. I wouldn't have called it a city at all, to me it seemed more like a small town, although it was explained to me that in England a place was called a city if it had a cathedral. There is apparently a tiny city called David's...
This story is a re-post from several years ago. This chapter spends most of its time developing the characters involved, and the story line in general. Although there is a sexual element involved, it is not terribly graphic right now, a condition that will be developed much more thoroughly in following chapters. This is the first of eight chapters, and the...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This fic is the brain child of the ruggedly handsome (he made me say that!) Scooter Titenbum, my editor extraordinaire. He made a flippant comment, and I thought it was a brilliant idea. So we have been collaborating together for the past few weeks. There's a big transition for Gayle in the beginning so the fun and good bits are gradually in...
As the new slave and his new owner were removing their masks in the exit corridor, the slave's nose was alerted by the smell of leather. He turned to see Madam Harriet and Fiona Brown smile at his Mistress, then fix their leering gaze upon him, sneering as they viewed the erect cock that ached for relief after the spectacle they had orchestrated. Harriet mov...