I look around my new apartment and remind myself to be grateful. I am, I think with a sigh. It’s just . . . When I graduated from college, I expected that to be the beginning of my career. I didn’t expect that the best job I could find would be building manager for the Marylebone Apartments (pronounced “MAR-le-bun,” I remind myself). The pay isn’t much, but...
This is only my second story on literotica, the first one was fact & involved the first threesome my wife and I had this year. This one is not fact but pure fantasy and has evolved out of a recent fetish I have developed for the more mature lady. This fetish has been born out of reading stories on this site, looking at porn on the Internet and a flirty old l...
Chapter 2: The Charity bash Thomas failed dismally to disguise the yawn. "Sorry, Sally, no offence." The petite redhead grinned. "That's okay, we've been at it since six this morning. That makes it a long day. And with tonight's charity bash, it'll get a lot longer before we're home in our beds." The fair-haired man nodded. In the week since he'd been wor...
Location: A government sanctioned milking station year 2165 The receptacle was placed in readiness by the assistant milker. The milker continued to work the engorged ten inch penis with her very practiced hands. Her oiled right hand stroking and twisting about the upper third of the subjects hard cock, additional lubrication being supplied by the precum fre...
The way Jayson "Jay" Bright figured it, a man only lives once, and what's the use of having money to spend and time to kill if one doesn't take advantage of such things? After all, coming to the City of Ottawa, Ontario, hadn't been Jayson's idea. His old man, George Bright, founder of the Bright Lights civil engineering firm, wanted Jayson to go out and expl...
Rest in peace, Sexxxychat. As the stroke of midnight began June 23, 2005 Eastern Standard Time, visitors to the Sexxxychat site got a simple message: "This site is closed." From postings elsewhere, I've been able to pick up what I think is the story. I know that Yahoo! has banned all sexual discussions from their chat rooms (apparently because children we...
"I have to do this, or one of us is going to prison," Erica said as she finished unbuckling Detective Rosewood's pants and unzipped his fly while looking deeply into my eyes. "You realize just giving me head isn't going to be enough," Rosewood told her as he took her chin in his hand and made her look up at him. "This isn't a parking ticket, this is first d...
The Man's shoes squeaked against worn, waxy floorboards as he stepped into the church hall. A low hum of commotion greeted him, excited calls and dull chatter melting together as chairs and tables scraped at the floor. Sighing inwardly, the Man slipped down into the room. He passed as quietly as he could between endless rows of tables, each one surrounded...
This story is part of a collaboration between myself and RedHairedandFriendly. It is a part of the Epistle To My Lady series, complementary to the Epistle To My Captain series that she is writing. I have enjoyed writing this with her and look forward to continuing for a while longer. 6/30/10 My Lady, The glass phallus was a great experience for me as we...
Part Two – Graduation Night As always, this is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental...all characters exists only within the realm of my imagination. A word of appreciation to all those who responded to part 1, especially those of the Wiccan beliefs...your kind words and soft criticism were very encouraging. As...