Trevor wanted to help out in the class because he liked Trish. Trish was a skinny brunette, 5'7", C cup breasts and measured a near perfect 32, 24, 28. Trish was an Art Major and had told him that her Life Drawing class needed a male model for this semester. She actually blushed when he inquired about it, saying that the most of the work would be nude. Then...
A lot of people who know me find my sexual proclivities rather alarming. I don't know what the fuss is about, though. Seriously. What's wrong with being bisexual? I cannot fathom it for the life of me. Bisexual men and bisexual women have existed since the dawn of man. We've been heroes and villains, artists and entertainers, kings and queens, princes and ro...
Part 1 The second week of the now-famous Exploring Human Sexuality class was ready to begin. After hearing about a week of public nudity that culminated in a field trip to a nude beach, the members of the class were now the talk of, and in some cases the envy of the rest of the campus. Other students lingered around outside of the classroom to see who would...
"I am so proud of you, Tom," Ms Jensen said warmly, approaching me and taking my hands in hers, "It will help you so much to accept this about yourself, Tom. We will help you turn the fantasy of being a sissy into the reality of sissy life. Ms. Panington will be pleased with this progress, and I am quite sure that Kelli will be pleased as well. Let's get you...
Author's note: This is the final chapter (so far) of my first effort at a longer story. I know it is flawed, because I did the editing myself and made many mistakes. I appreciate the constructive criticisms, as they will make me a better writer. A wedding, a honeymoon, and a new life. ***** One morning several months later, after we made love, showered,...
I got one of those cravings which simply will not go away. What that craving happens to be is the subject of this tawdry little tale. Simply put, I crave power. The power to do good things. The power to change lives. Absolute power. And oftener than not, I get my hands on it and have trouble letting go. My name is Dana Hawthorne and I'm a blonde-haired and g...
***Prologue She was naked, cold, and afraid. However, this wasn't the type of fear to make you run from your demons, no, this was a feeling of numbness; an empty perception that filled her mind and shrouded her thinking. Something was wrong. The female sensed an evil inside of her, it filled her core with a dark ambiance. She couldn't identify the source be...
Chapter 2 - Realization The clicking continued as she felt both her hands become free, the release giving her enough strength to jerk away from the stranger. Turning to face him on all fours, the female attempted to back away even further but was cut short at the length of the new device attached to her neck. Her gaze followed the metal links to the base of...
I have had great difficulty summoning the courage to speak of my first pairing, before I met Doclin. Please forgive any discontinuity of chapter presentation for this chronicle. I write as the memories well up within me. My initial overview tell (Ch. 01) is actually the endpoint of 'past' chapters. Once the chronicle timeline catches up to that first story,...
This is a Nude Day contest story. Please vote. Husband and wife play sexy, albeit dangerous games of Nude Day bondage. * Roger and Denise were avid Literotica readers. They used the erotic stories on the site as inspirational fodder to spice up their sex lives. Sometimes, they included their best friends, Irene and Dave in their sexy games. Taking sexual...