Ahhhhhhhh. Nothing like a mid day piss. Especially in the fancy ass lobby of your office/apartment building. Right there in my favorite chair. Piss flying on the fucking floor. I own the building, so no pain in the ass bitching about it. I love pissing in front of people. All over people too. I get off on it. They do too. Most of em do. The others... fuck em...
My trough was filled to the brim with sloppy food. My vagina grew slick from the thought of the sloppy mess it was going to cause, and excitement filled up within me. "Come on, Adele," my owner called, patting his thigh. I squealed, and although hard, I got on my knees and hands and crawled over to the trough. The other pigs ate beside me. I gave an an...
I'm Freddie, Bostonfictionwriter, and I write custom stories for those who want to capture a memory and who don't have the ability to write the story for themselves. Only, something weird is happening. The creative fictional facts that I include in factual non-fictional stories come true. Either I'm psychic or my stories are charmed. This leased space was on...
Sarah, clad in a form fitting shirt and skinny jeans, heads to the front step of the Beta Gamma Phi house where she could either be a sister or wind up blackballed. Knowing her luck in life thus far, she was leaning more towards the possibility of being blackballed since she never really fit any given mold deemed to be socially acceptable in life and she had...
I don't know why it is, maybe it's because I feel a bit insecure about myself, but I have always tried to pull the fat and ugly girls. Its not that I don't find pretty slim women attractive, but they don't do it for me. I don't get a twitch in my cock when some skinny 18 year old in a mini skirt walks past, (though she might look good) but if she is obese an...
Suddenly feeling jealously possessive of his young, pretty, sexy wife having sex with older, obese men, Skip has reservations about participating in the swinging lifestyle with his wife, Yvonne. I'm Skip. Skip is the nickname I got that dates back to my time in the Navy as a Seabee. They called me Skip because I wouldn't skip any safety precautions and take...
Matilda spent the rest of that day in her room. She couldn't bear to face anyone. Frederick allowed the servants to bring her meal to her. The baroness didn't even speak to any of them. But she couldn't help noticing the quirky little smile each one of them had as they looked at her. After crying herself to sleep that night, Matilda awoke early the next day...
Mrs. Jackson pulled her Denali into the circle drive before parking the car in front of the entrance to the North Kansas City Medical Center. Sweat poured off her forehead and her body ached from the workout she had just completed at the gym. She glanced at the doors as she took a sip from her water bottle. The cold liquid dripped down her chin and onto her...
She'd been hired as a legal secretary at Johnson, Smith & Donald, LLP, eight years ago. She'd worked in the intellectual property division for four years but had moved up to litigation a few years ago. From the moment she transferred into litigation, she knew she'd found her place. She loved her position and her boss. Actually, she loved her "bosses", all th...
I'd like to thank Randi for her editorial help with my story. Any subsequent mistakes are mine alone. I'd also like to thank Literotica for hosting this event. This is a work of fiction, artistic licence has been employed, so any relationship with UK/EU laws is not guaranteed 100%. "A little variation". At least, that's what she told me. It would be nothin...