Being a man in an Arab society is not always easy. To this day, I have not figured out whether being a white, Western man makes it actually more or less difficult when it comes to intimate relations within the oriental world outside of marriage. Clear enough, one's luck with sexual encounters is very much dependant on coincidence and the right time, place, c...
A collaboration between two Lit authors, duly inspired by each other. ********* Approximately 99.99% of the male Lit readers have no doubt fantasized over the opportunity to have the infamous Lucia's (a/k/a the aptly named Gimmie_your_load) luscious mouth wrapped around their cock. As if her self-description as a "cock-obsessed fellatrix" weren't incenti...
A horny cuckold finds a man for his loving wife on Craigslist My sweet, innocent, petite wife sat in the back seat of our car with her braless tits on display and her new dress bunched up around her waist. The dim light from the parking lot glinted off the diamond in her wedding ring as she stroked her small hand up and down the big, throbbing cock. The thi...
Chapter 20: Overhearing a conversation It was amazing the difference half a year would make. I had dreaded the move to San Diego and had thought my life sucked, but this time around I was thinking about how great it was. I had managed to cultivate Lisa and Megan to comply with every sexual suggestion I made. Well into the new year I thought life was really,...
When I was a freshman in high school, Madeline was a new girl that moved in part way through the year. While talking to her in class one day, I found out that she had a very likeable personality and because we were both athletes, we had a lot in common. We became friends not only in person but on social media as well. Madeline was tall and athletic. The 5'10...
"There's a man at my work looking for a place to stay and I've offered him our spare room," my mother announced, one day in the spring of 1998. "Do we have too?" I replied, in that hard done by manner of an 18 year old. "Yes we do," my mother shot back at me angrily. "We are struggling to stay here in this house and the rent will be useful. Plus the poor m...
"How could I have ever done anything so stupid?" Angela Giordano asked herself, the question unanswered in the silence of the empty room. Not that the forty year old blonde really needed to ask the question. Her answer was as clear as the reflection in the mirror on the bedroom wall. She had allowed sentiment to overcome good judgment and made what was prov...
My wife is one of the rare sexually free women on this earth. She loves sex and loves fulfilling my fantasies with a zest for the unique and special. She delivered my first strapon fucking in the wildest of ways and I loved every second. She uncovered my love of panties and makes sure I wear them as much as possible and for sure every date night. She buys me...
Warning This is a story about my own kind of Futanari. Futanari is a japanese word meaning hermaphrodite but over the ages in Japan it have had other meanings too just as in western society today it can mean a few different things. My story holds true to the hermaphrodite meaning and the futanaris that take part in this story all have a pussy and a cock. Tb...
I walked into my office, my morning latte in hand, half consumed from the walk from the café. My assistant had arrived earlier, preparing me for the day. Jayashree had three Manila folders in the middle of my desk, placed where I couldn't miss them. I put down my drink and removed my overcoat, hanging the leather covering on the old wooden rack in the corner...