Henrietta "Honey" Hunnicutt was in a sore mood, and for Pengarth Tyll, her boyfriend, that meant that things weren't going to go well for anyone. Peng loved Honey to distraction, and enjoyed it that he could financially support and keep a gorgeous little would-be actress. But when Honey's career wasn't going well, she got depressed, and sometimes bitchy....
I would say that I spend a good seventy five percent of my effort, minimum, when talking about BDSM, actively contradicting common wisdom on the topic. And it must really seem, at times, like I'm simply contrarian on the matter. Given how I go out of my way to challenge almost every perception and preconception about it, sometimes, I must seem like one of th...
Shakespeare said, "Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows." It seems that lust, much more so than misery, makes for some the most interesting boudoir companions. Such was the case for Pamela, Michael, and Imani. From all outward appearances, the trio of friends looked like a cross section of Black America. Pam was typically conservative in her demean...
Sand clouds flap like angels wings across the dunes as the desert turns crimson. The blood of the prophet paints the sky. The muezzin calls from so far away. My pain is buried deep in my heart. They exiled me here to die where even my bones would dissolve into dust. I had blasphemed Allah. She had spoken to me a whisper in the night her voice carrying on t...
JAMAICA -- Day 1 "I almost forgot to pack my bathing suit," laughed Marni as she was throwing some final things into her suitcase. "I guess we'd just have to stick to the clothing optional beaches then," her husband joked in return, with some wishful thinking, but little real hope. "That's not going to happen," Marni responded relatively seriously. "I su...
I want to express my heartfelt appreciation for the many many Constant Readers who have sent me compliments on my stories using Literotica feedback instead of posting public comments. Your kind words meant a lot to me, allowing me to continue to write despite the hateful and meaningless comments like "cuck shit" and "diseased whore" from a few misogynist cre...
"Shut up, WOMAN," she repeated, for the umpteenth time - emphasizing the word 'woman' of course. And shaking her head. Of course. And smiling. Of course. Back in mischievous mode, she was fully in control once more. After all, the nearest item of clothing belonging to me was three doors down the road: in my own home - so unless and until I could get there s...
My life was unrecognizable. Two weeks had passed since Eva and I had hooked up in the privacy of her dorm room. Two weeks since her first orgasm. Two weeks since my first blowjob. Two weeks since our first date. We hadn't yet gone 24 hours without seeing each other. During the day we strolled hand-in-hand through the campus glen, went to parties, did hom...
It was late at the police station. Everyone had gone home or was out on patrol. And Porter and Blair were taking full advantage of that. Currently, Blair was on her back on Porter's desk, legs wrapped around her captain as he drove into her. Porter had her wrists pinned down on either side of her head, and his tongue wrestled with hers as he kissed her deep...
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