"How did I get started, indeed?" Tell her the truth; or give the 'party' line? Maybe say that I always enjoyed being the Indian Princess that got tied up by the cowboys and leave it at that. That's true enough to ring right, but it's not accurate. What would it hurt to tell? May do some good, then again. "I remember thinking when Jimmy gets out of tractio...
I'd already been masturbating all morning. I had to get out of the house and go for a walk. I had to go somewhere public, somewhere VERY public so I wouldn't be tempted to shove my hands back down inside my pants - again! I had recently joined an online "Erotica" writing group and my initial curiosity of erotica and its subject matter, had grown rapidly and...
Chapter 3 "So, I've never had a hamburger before. It's not bad. Granted, it's a serious guilty pleasure for me, as a devout Hindu and all. Then again, as your slave, I'm here to please you and the gods will just have to understand, won't they?" Satya commented as she ate the cheeseburger that I ordered for her from the cafeteria. "Sorry, I didn't think of...
A special thanks to Literotica member, Smoothed for his editing and exceptional creative input. The Tailor is a work of erotic fiction that contains mild bondage and interracial sex between a white woman and south Asian (Indian) man. If this content is not to your liking, please find a story more suitable to your tastes. ***** "Hi, I need to get a brides...
Author's Note: All website and profile names are fictitious. ***** I composed my Vault profile: 'For most of my adult life I was a dom. To the outside world I am well educated, travelled, independent self employed businessman, clean and healthy, reliable and sociable, not bad looking and generally attractive to women around my own age. On the inside, I am...
The first week rushed by, with me providing regular research for Patricia to work into her latest blockbuster, an occasional trip to her huge bed for a sexual romp, but mostly it was work, eat, drink and sleep. And speaking of sleep, at nights I often had to finger myself like crazy before drifting off to sleep and dreaming wonderful, erotic dreams about bei...
Romulus Stephen sat in his bedroom in the small apartment overlooking The Park in Vanier, around the eastern bend of metropolitan Ottawa, Province of Ontario. The big and tall young Black man sat at the computer with his pants down, and furiously stroked his dick. On screen, a sexy Black woman was banging a slim White guy in the ass with her strap-on dildo....
"Climb aboard." His voice called over the rumbling engine as he lifted the Harley off its kickstand. Annie stood in disbelief staring at the iron horse and its rider. Since her workout with Forsen on the conference table things had gotten busy in the office. Forsen began working a late shift so their romance was on a holding pattern. Now don't get me wrong,...
"Sometimes, I get tired of playing the Bull," Caleb Tully said in that deep, sonorous voice of his as he sat in the office of Dr. Alexandra Moreau in downtown Toronto, Ontario. Pacing back and forth as is his custom in times of excitement or distress, Caleb finally paused, and fixed his almond-shaped brown eyes on the psychiatrist who sat behind the desk, he...
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. Note: A guinea at the time of this story was a gold coin worth...