Note: like most of my stories, this one is taken from my own experiences. Names and locations are changed but it all really happened. Enjoy! ***** It was hardly the kind of afternoon had expected. I just arrived at the hotel where a convention was taking place. A very special convention. Every year the huge sex toy industry holds a big get together in La...
I didn't think places like this actually existed, or if they did, I figured Berlin, San Francisco, Amsterdam, some other den of sin, sodomy and vice....but Melbourne? Well, there I was so there you go. To be fair the 'dungeon' I was housed in was just a converted brick garage on a half-acre block in the inner eastern suburbs, not actually within the bowels...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. ****** Monica Miller smiled as she walked into Tommy's Po-Boys. She wore her Clark's Drive-In uniform of tight, short white tee shirt with 'Clark's Drive-In' emblazoned across her modest thirty two B breasts, and short red shorts that left a good amount...
It was a quiet night on campus as Jon walked to his truck. The wind picked up as he put the key in the door of the Suburban. He heard a noise behind him, as he had to force the key in the hole. Something seemed to be stuck in the lock. The wind blew colder as he felt someone or something grab him and the lights went out. The first thing Jon felt as he woke...
This is the second chapter of an ongoing fantasy. All people mentioned are 18 years of age or older. I recommend if you are just reading this that you read the previous chapter (Call me, lover.) to get the baseline. It has been almost a year since that Friday afternoon when my whole life changed. The year has flown by with how busy I have been. I had been...
My wife became aware of my bisexuality by accident. Her laptop had died, and she needed to complete an online task, so she logged on to my laptop while I was at work. Her curiosity got the better of her, and she decided to peruse my saved files and photos, eventually coming across a portfolio of very personal pics, including some of me having sex with anothe...
This story is a work of fiction except for the backstory which reflects my youth which like most like minded individuals growing up in the 80's and 90's were thought that are feelings are perverse and were something to hide in shame of. Over the last few decades I have learned that love cannot be quantified, stereotyped, or stiffened for the sake of "decency...
It's been a long three weeks away from my husband. I haven't made it easy on myself, reading literotica until the wee hours of the night, with no toys and sharing the room with kids in their teens. Stupid, but too horny to stop. There actually was a camping weekend within those three weeks, but in a wobbly tent trailer (again, with our teens) my husband was...
My Mistress is a Masturbaterix. She loves cocks. More specifically, she adores making them cum. Partly this is because she loves the fact that she can- not every woman has her technique for wanking men to orgasm- often it's too hard, too gentle, too fast, too slow; in her case she has an expert grip, an innate understanding of how cocks work. But fundamenta...
Sonya sat quietly on the hard chair in the outer office for The Company. The shouting coming from the next room was not clear, but she heard the Martine pleading and the other voice saying expressions like "putting a slave in danger" and "irresponsibility." The office door flew open and Martine walked over to her. "You are going to be resettled with anothe...