Plan B led to two more days of nude fun on the beach. The drumming circle was there again, but the second day everyone used it as a soundtrack for a massive limbo game. Trying to pass under the limbo stick made all of us attempt some very immodest postures. We met that same woman there and, even though we never got her name, we all shared rather intimate vi...
"So what are you putting on tonight, nasty Miss Bitch?" That is my best friend speaking there. Courtney Vaccaro. She has got dark red hair, lovely and adorable lips that I have kissed and licked up with my own time and again, and her body itself—it is brilliantly and wonderfully curved and shaped up nicely and attractively in that all too magnificent and sex...
Part Six - The Queen. I was there. The day a crown was placed on a young queen's head and she sat beside the king, I was there. De Grance's little daughter Miryamme was almost the ideal bride for Artur the king, and to be his future queen. Almost, that is, but for the complication of Morgayne his sister and two bastard heirs, born in her blood - am I curs...
"And then there's me, but I don't believe in such stupid taboos, anyway. And you have some dirt on me as well, don't you, at least by the same idiotic moral code that so many give at least lip service. I don't personally give a fuck. So, be that as it may, perhaps we should kiss ... and make up, eh?" Marsha told Howard and Kristin with a wink. "Or maybe I c...
Dear Literoticians, Please be gentle to this product of my pen, as it is my first submission. It's not just my first time to publish on your favourite erotic story website, but also a story about a young man and woman doing 'it' for the first time. Furthermore it's the first time I've written a story in English. Grand Teton helped me by editing my manusc...
I drove carefully through the late evening traffic heading across London towards the Marriott hotel. My head filled with thoughts of murder and all manner of evil doings that I had been contemplating as a suitable response to my situation. Whatever happened in the next few hours at least three people's lives would never be the same, it was still arguable as...
Author's note: This is, in all its seven parts and their many chapters, one very, very long story. If long stories bother you, I suggest you read something else. No part of this story is written so as to stand on its own. I strongly suggest that you start with the beginning of Part 1 and read sequentially—giving up at any point you choose, of course....
My name is Fred and this is my dairy. I keep it hidden behind the dresser in Ellie’s room where I spend most of my days, and nights. I am a bunny and my tag says I am made of 100% new materials. Someone who didn’t read the part about not removing this tag took off, my tag before I came here to live with Ellie. I don’t really remember much about before. I end...
The second ferry story was told me by a sweet Indian transsexual called Pushpa. Whose name I especially relished, because if there was one thing she could do it was push. In fact there were many other things she could do, too, including holding me in her arms, embedded within me, still erect after having come twice. We were, in fact, waiting for her to be re...
It was in 1967 that I originally developed a life long affinity for silk. This was due in part to two people that my affinity was preserved for the rest of my life. I'm not sure why, but the love and appeal for the feel of it is ingrained within me now. As a kid I got replacement blankies when I had to go to my grandmas for an overnight stay. My real blank...