Generally, my writing is quite... extreme. Non-consent, violence, magic, superpowers, even death sometimes. Literotica doesn't like that much, it seems, so this was an attempt to write something rather more conventional and consensual. I enjoyed writing it, may well continue it or do more like it at some point. Hope you like it too. All characters are aged...
Oliver came home one day, from a challenging time working as a psychologist, a long day, with his head aching and his body almost folding in on itself. He wanted nothing more than his STUNNING, 5’ 7” blonde wife Sarah to cook him up some of her famously tasty food, and maybe, if he was lucky, the two of them would have a treat of some sexy times later. On hi...
Marcie tied the sleeves of her sweatshirt around her waist and wiped the perspiration from her forehead with the back of her hand. The front of her pink halter top was marked with a narrow stain of perspiration that ran down between her breasts. Her hard nipples stuck through the thin fabric. She smiled. Sure, Dean told her she was supposed to wear a bra...
Marie was very nervous that first Saturday in May. She had a good reason to be nervous: it was her first speech and debate tournament, and she was representing her school alone. So at 7 a.m., Marie had arrived at her school to head down to New Jersey with her debate coach for her first tournament. She dressed herself in black, a theatrical sort of choice, fo...
Caroline heaved a deep sigh, her small, perky bosom gently bouncing as she did. He was late. Again. She checked her phone for any missed messages or calls. There were none, and none would come. Oliver loved to keep her waiting. There was something about how obediently Caroline would wait that lit a fire in him. He thoroughly enjoyed testing her patience. She...
Bright lights flickered on in the hallway as Oliver staggered down to the mess hall. The day cycle was partially effective. Oliver still struggled to sleep, but isolation from the normal rhythm of the sun ranked near the bottom of the reasons. He and his research team arrived at the facility two months earlier, ferreted away to the Arctic as part of the mili...
Meet Joseph Marc Antoine, a young Black man of Haitian descent living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. Joseph is a brother with something of a dilemma. Lots of brothers have a predilection for chasing White women, and that's far from uncommon. Still, Joseph's situation is fairly unique. He doesn't like today's lively, fearless and outgoing young White women w...
"Honestly, I think this is good for both of us. I'm gone a lot, and you need a job. Plus, I'm happy to help out a young man willing to work his way through college. I gotta warn you, though, it's tough work." "I can handle the work, sir, so that won't be a problem. My dad taught me how to work hard and smart, so I'll do a good job for you." "Okay. You're h...
BOSTON, MASSACHUSETTS Anhedonia plagued him at the oddest times. Often, and especially, on Sundays. As Oliver stepped into the bathroom and locked the door behind him with a twist of the expensive lacquered doorknob, he realized that not a single person had asked him a question about himself in sixty-eight days. One more day and a grim numeric milestone...
Hello all. So here is part two of my story. I'm definitely thinking of more parts to this, I loved writing it! Please give me feedback and comment below! I love hearing what people think of this! Thanks all! ***** As I turned the corner onto our street I noticed that the bedroom lights were on. "I guess Oliver got back at last with the electric, no...