This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are...
The story of how I built my harem of lawyers. Still twelve years ago... The end of my year with Diana and the first sighting of Katherine. The first protocol poker event was a success so I decided to try to make a regular thing of it. In the next game, I invited the same dominants but I also included their partners. They all readily agreed. I also invited B...
There is such a thing as state-funded student housing in certain countries. It consists basically of a gigantic dorm, often in several blocks three to four stories high. There are various types of accommodation, ranging from the bottom tier 9m² room with just bed, cupboard, desk and fridge, through the 13m² with bed, cupboards, shelves, toilets, fridge and m...
Nicole was a good girl, the kind who ate her vegetables, drank plenty of water, and exercised daily. A redhead with eager brown eyes, sharp nose, and a pretty smile, she stood an inch or two over five feet, and typically hid her respectable figure under plain jeans and loose fitting tops. She was to graduate with a Psychology degree in June, with a minor in...
It started with itchy nipples. I thought it was the shirt I wore, rayon or somethin' that caught on my nipples an' irritated 'em. Happens to all us guys, once in a while, I suppose. Anyway, I din't think a thing about it. But it happened again a few weeks later in bed. I woke up in the dark to itchy nipples an' scratched at 'em absentmindedly, half awake. In...
You sit in the chair before me, hunched over some paperwork spread out on the kitchen table. Stress is racking your body, I can see it in your shoulders and neck. You reach up and begin rubbing a muscle in your neck. I step up behind you and replace your one hand with both of mine and begin rubbing the tense muscles in your neck and shoulders. You moan long...
All characters in this story were over the legal age of consent (18) when the events took place. Author's Note: You may be wondering why this is Part 4 of Emily's embarrassing problems; well, parts 1, 2A, 2B and 3 describe Emily's medical conditions and how they affected her life before she reached the age of consent. This web site has a restriction whereb...
This is the story of the defining sexual experience of my youth. My name is Mark. I was 21 years old and it was the last day of finals in May of my junior year in college. Originally, I'm from a small town in Illinois but I went to school in Chicago and by then considered it home. I lived in a nice apartment off campus with my best friend Zane. His family...
This fabulous website known as Literotica.com offers a plethora of reading material in many different categories. Therefore, despite attempts to make the site easy to use by putting the stories into specific categories, there always seem to be some readers who manage to get lost and find themselves reading a story that they REALLY don't like. Often they deci...
The room looked like an old movie police interrogation room. Plain, cinderblock walls painted a dull grey, one door in, one small lightbulb on a wire hanging overhead. The corners of the room were cast in semi darkness, but visible enough to see there was nothing there. The only things in the room were two shapes covered by sheets and a single stool. I cros...