You: The Risk, The Reward, Is It Worth IT? Simone: For me it is, lets just start there. The risk, though, hmmmmmm. It's the darkness that blinds out the light. It's the pain that made me fear the twisted pleasure, it's the balance beam, the storm and everything in between. Can I handle it? Sure. I have no fears anymore, no doubts, but that's only because I...
I’ve always considered firemen to be a special breed of people. There is something so heroic and sexy about a man that is willing to go into burning buildings to rescue another person. The newspaper I work for had asked me to write a cover story on firemen and their lives. I had a feeling this was going to be fun. The first day I showed up, I met all the gu...
I was awakened with a phone call Saturday morning. It was officer Jones calling to invite me to a party that night. He informed me it was a costume party and he wanted me to dress like a whore. He told me that I was to come in tube top, mini skirt, garter belt, and stiletto's. I asked if my sister and oldest niece could come if they wanted. He said sure t...
The cookie drive was drawing towards the weekend delivery time. All orders around the nearby suburb were to be delivered by car with a helper to take the cookies to the door. The ladies met again. Mum told me that Jackie had asked for me to be her helper. Sunday morning Jackie picked me up in her Mercedes coupe. We drove to Maryanne’s where we were to pick...
All characters are over 18. * Kat got to work only to find the principle waiting for her. "Ah, Kat! Your gym uniform is in!" he said as he pulled it out of his bag. It was completely ridiculous. A navy blue thong, with a picture of the school mascot on it, and a microskirt that was only a few inches long. Consequently, most of her ass was left showing, an...
God, crime scenes give me such a justice boner. Really makes me want to...narrate my heroic exploits. "Lit from the flames of a burning sex shop, a tall, shapely silhouette looms over the city. It is one fucking *heroic* silhouette. She got a shadow that does not quit. Curves in all the right places, and a TRUNK in front of that junk. That is the sexy-ass s...
Bryan was already sweating nervous bullets as he walked through the inconspicuous door marked with a large drawing of a pink web, the mark of the Orb Weavers Inn; a private club for very specific trysts. The street was almost empty of people, the building an inconspicuous hotel. As he opened the door, the concrete and brick outer wall immediately gave way to...
Notes This is the ELEVENTH installment of Field Trip Follies. Thanks to Literotica author Laurie for lending me her characters Lindsey Foster and her sister Katie. And also thanks to Laurie for all her unflagging encouragement and amazing inspiration. Read her work! It's wonderfully naughty stuff! http://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=31501&...
Growing up in a small farming town in the early 90's is not what anyone would call exciting. Most times, it was about as fun as watching paint dry. Weekends could be fun, if you liked to go out and drink, or if you had a girlfriend. I had no girlfriend, did not like to party, and was not a typical small town farm boy. Needless to say I had a lot of free time...
Marnie could feel herself drawn to the army barracks again, like every other Friday evening. She would always finish at 5pm sharp at the Real Estate office where she worked as a receptionist and she would drive the short distance to the training barracks. At this time of the day the soldiers were always milling around before going to the mess tent for dinn...