[#][?][#][?] The traffic was bad in Brooklyn again. The red van stood still amongst the other cars, vans and trucks. Super Mario Bros. Plumbing was printed on the side, along with a picture of two jumping cartoon men. There was a catchy little tune playing on the radio. Mario sat behind the wheel with a bored look on his face. He was a fat Italian man in...
Late Night, In City and Country, Greenwich Meridian Time 11:30 Incoming Text Q. Daniels My hands are your hands Response Text B. Strong They cascade over me Incoming Text Q. Daniels Scrape your thighs with your nails. I know they are long. Left marks. Cecilia noticed. Response Text B. Strong Apologies. I have done as Master commanded. Feels e...
My older brother is a total asshole and goes through beautiful women like your average guy goes through disposable razors. He has a virtual stable of extraordinary young women. He also has a fabulous job and makes a six-figure income, so he can afford to make adjustments when necessary. If he finds a stunning girl who is nearly perfect but could use bigger b...
The music was loud. There is a dance floor full of us. Our bodies swaying to the beat. I glance up, with my arms raised and my hips rocking back and forth to, your piercing brown eyes. Our eyes lock. My right hand slides down my left arm, around my head, pausing to twirl a piece of auburn brown hair around my finger, then slowly sliding my hand down the fr...
I remove the unpeeled peach from between sub s.'s clenched teeth, and fully delight in his revulsion. The extraction has released a sweet torrent of mingled juice and saliva down his winter-pale chin and neck, and he is clearly straining against the impulse to whimper and squirm and propel himself toward the pristine towel I have left folded on the paddling...
"She tastes like a peach." I instantly wished that I hadn't heard my wife, Marie, say those words. She was outside on the deck, and her voice travelled in through the open window. Marie had long been bi-curious, and we had engaged in a lot of enthusiastic fantasies in our sex play. As far as I knew, however, she had never done more than a few drunken play...
Cruising down the highway on my way to work, I can't help but reach down and pump my fingers against my clit. I rock my pelvis forward and back, as my summer dress lends itself to an easy grope. I consider what else I might enjoy playing with right now - if only I could reach far enough to grab my vibrator out of the back. After all, only a bored truck drive...
Several Weeks Ago, The Flats, M. Kay Underground Lair Jane rarely cried. She couldn't remember the last time tears had run down her cheeks. She vaguely remembered she was an ugly crier. She inhaled the blanket that still had a faint trace of his scent. She needed a distraction from her emotional release. She was curvy and exposed on the bunk and her large b...
Five years had passed since the defeat of Jhiaxus by the Swarm, the Swarm itself and the retaking of Cybertron in the name of the Decepticons. We've gone through many Decepticons Emperors but alas our founder Megatron or now Ultra Megatron had return to us, he killed Bludgeon and took back command. I was the last G1 Decepticon but upgraded a year ago to G2...
Disclaimer: I have never been to a Lit party, so this is just my fantasy. Similarly, what happens to tigerjen is fiction. She challenged me to write this, and agreed to be a character, but it is my fiction only. It is not an attack on, nor a realistic depiction of her. So here I was, at the Literotica Halloween Party. Not my usual scene, but I knew it was...