I've never tried anal sex before. It never appealed to me. Actually, I never have given it much thought until I perused the anal sex category here at Literotica and found it so popular. I am a bit embarrassed to admit it, but I have never even had sex doggie style either. Yes, I realize that doggie style sex is an overwhelming favorite for hordes of people...
A single candle, and ten thousand shining eyes to watch its light. That's the way I feel now, siting here in my pool of light. I now only know when there are souls on the quay when I hear them scream, as the demons take one of them, or when Charon arrives and his lantern lights their frightened faces. Occasionally one of them comes to try and congregate at m...
I sat on the edge of our hotel bed knowing my wife had just left the room to go on a sex date with three guys. She'd fucked all of them the previous night and had spent the afternoon being fucked by two Turkish brothers, who owned a leather store, in exchange for some of their dresses and leather lingerie. She had agreed to return to the Turkish brothers for...
The Secret Memoirs of Elizabeth Bartlett Chapter I. I have lived a life of strange and fascinating adventure, of violent contrasts between abject subjugation and sublime command, of both the greatest pains and the greatest pleasures imaginable in the life of woman. But these pleasures were those unspeakable to society, those carnal pleasures, those deep, d...
PART FOUR - BODRUM - 2 - After the grand international museums that Gabe and Saphy's mysteries had taken them to in London and Paris, the Halicarnassus Mausoleum Museum seemed inordinately small. In reality it was just a few rooms with what little statuary could be salvaged from the rubble outside and had not been taken away to somewhere like London's Brit...
During the absence of the newlyweds, my time was split between work and endless moments of thinking at home. I had a feeling of emptiness; I was missing Abida and our Master. This, however, gave me plenty of time to consider the situation I would have to face when they return. I could not avoid thinking that I had been the initiator of all this, the one, no...
I am 18 years old. I have lived in the women's harem of the Ottoman sultan's palace for 6 months now in the year 1688. My name is Leila. I was captured when our town was conquered by the sultan's army. The rest of the town was slaughtered, sold into slavery, or like me, carried off to be offerings in the sultan's harem. There are many women here from many l...
Copyright Oggbashan June 2020 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. This is a sequel to Missed: Fenian Outrage. **********************...
I climbed in to the shower with Suzi as the water cascaded down her heavenly curves. Water droplets fell from her upturned aroused nipples, as a sheen of clear water shined her tanned smooth skin. I kissed my wife gently as her lips responded to mine, as we began to softly chew and nibble each others lips. Suzi leant against the tiled wall of the bathroom...
Let me be your hero, I thought as I gazed upon her as she slept in the Montreal-Nord apartment, on the bed we shared. How lovely she looked. Only five-foot-seven, slim, with light bronze skin, long black hair and light brown eyes. After gazing upon her countless times, I knew every part of her. Every strand of hair, every inch of skin, every touch and every...