AUTHORS NOTE- This story is based on trips my wife and I made to Koversada, the largest and most fun nudist resort in the world. I think if you have been fortunate enough to visit, most of the events will ring true. My wife is quite promiscuous and although I have tried to recount all her entanglements, I am sure I have left something out. This story is ent...
I died. And it felt...comforting. I'd gone out looking into the face of the second woman I had ever truly loved, while the dead body of the first lay just feet away. Maybe I'd see her soon. Then I felt a searing pain in my chest as an electric shock ripped through me, hearing someone yell "CLEAR!" as I got zapped yet again. I fell back as I heard someone s...
I met James Dennis at a nearby café and, after coffee and doughnuts; we walked two blocks to the train station and waited for the train to arrive. I should take a moment to describe Mr. James Dennis to the reader. He was a tall, well-favored young man, dressed to the nines in tight-fitting dark brown slacks which were pegged at the cuffs in the current fas...
This novella is in ten chapters with a short epilogue; it has been split into two submissions to Literotica. Specific dialogue and scenes in this work are fiction; however, the general plot happened almost as written here. Names, locations, and characters have been fictionalized to protect what remains of the reputations of those that survive. Many have forg...
I'm sure that in the life of every private detective there comes a day when he is woken up by a pounding on his door. And that, after he foolishly opens the door without looking first, he gets his ass beaten up by three incredible women who were dressing in black vinyl, leather, studded belts, and high heels. Also of course, this theoretical private detectiv...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are...
This is a sad story. There is hardly any sex. It's the second of the trilogy where I explore the aftermath of infidelity. It's supposed to be a homage to Edgar Allen Poe. I hope you enjoy it. ***** Forevermore Chapter 1 December was hot in Adelaide. Unable to sleep, I made my way to my study, fired up the computer and started surfing the web. Aft...
Author's note: This is an entry for summer love contest 2015. I put it in fetish because it has so many different themes: noncon, submission, interracial and exhibitionism to name a few. Its got a fast pace and a dark rising drama. Stick with it to the end for a satisfying close. I kept asking myself why would anyone want to be someone else's pet. This is th...
Like to cook? You become a chef. Have an interest in education? Most likely end up a teacher. Me I wanted to fly, so I became a pilot. Over the years I finagled myself a pilot license with several ratings, then later a spot with an Air National Guard outfit. Unfortunately none of the big airlines was hiring when my time was up, so I had been with a little re...
Beck was out of sorts for the next few days and retreated to her cabin, before gradually migrating back to Watson’s bed. The brush with the knife-wielding youth had cast a pall over her joie de vivre and the trauma was taking time to ebb away. Watson sat back patiently while Beck licked her spiritual wounds, steering Aurora far offshore to put the experience...