December 18. Two days short of her twenty eighth birthday. Rina's head spun as she cracked open a tired eye. The bed was empty next to her. Sheets were still tangled around her feet, and her dry and cracked hands lay motionlessly by her head. Early morning. Her stomach growled painfully, and Rina lifted one hand to shove into her belly. Her first movement...
It is such a romantic day. Just right for some me time. I am getting married to myself today. I needed to shower. I had a terrible week at work. My boss was her typical self; bitchy, paranoid and touchy-feely. She actively questioned my manhood, my cock size and whether I had what it took. I would quit but for the fact that I am paid so much. I got home and...
Chapter 02: April's First Lesson "You're absolutely clear about our agreement." Heather stroked April's hand lovingly, romantically. She looked deeply into April's eyes, drawing truth from her soul. "You are sure?" She probed. "Yes," April sighed softly. She exhaled slowly; drifting away in contemplation of the promise she had just made to a woman she had...
Day Twenty: Exercise We did not have to wait long for Mrs Tiggywinkle to put in an appearance: she turned up next morning with Raymond for shaving inspection. She'd done something different to her hair: the spiky little stooks had been squared-off, and now stood up in a sort of stubbly, checkerboard crew-cut. Her face looked more than ever like a squashed h...
Second chapter of my new series. I had so many ideas at the moment I don't know which one I can start writing, but I guess somehow that's my curse. Maybe a walk with my invisible puppy should clear my thoughts *wink*. Thanks to my good friend Thanos for the help and yes, the fourth satire about the Stones will be about Mind Stone, but I forgot who could be a...
Day Eleven: Showers The next morning passed without incident, though at slopping-out we heard some sort of fracas, out of sight round a corner of the corridor. Our shaves passed Raymond's inspection, and breakfast and lunch came and went without further announcements or hostility. As Showers approached I grew nervous and excited, all the suppressed sexual t...
Chapter Four: Haters, Assholes, and the Hands of Fate On the way home from school the next day, still feeling weird about the extra lubrication inside my girlfriend the night before, I decided to stop in the little drugstore to purchase some condoms for Adam so that he had no excuse not to wear one. When I got to the counter, the place was empty except f...
Foreword: Do NOT take this one seriously, folks. It's just another BTB satire of mine where the main character gets some fairly twisted revenge on his cheating slut wife and her Asshole lover. FAIR WARNING: This is FANTASY. It is NOT REALITY. Just wanted to make that clear right quick for the "super-realists" out there. LOL Oh, and as an homage to StangSt...
This story is a collaboration with Literotica author Margaret Jenkins. * Part 1 (Sara Radovich speaks) As a professional, active woman in her early 40's, my physical well-being is extremely important to me. Even though I travel the world lecturing in my field (solid-state physics), and some might consider it frivolous for a tenured professor, I always mak...
Day Seven Next morning Rose seemed chirpier, and straight after slopping-out we got down to shaving. "They don't usually come until after breakfast," said Rose: "but you can't be too careful: sometimes they try to catch you out." So we shaved each other quite hastily, and had only just finished when Raymond and Mrs Tiggywinkle appeared. "This isn't up to...