After our threesome with the waiter, we realized that we didn't know his name. We called the restaurant after he left our hotel, but by then it was after closing time. And the next day, Sunday, they weren't open. "He told us his name when we first sat down in the restaurant, but who ever really listens to that?," I said as we lounged around on Sunday morni...
As empty-nesters, Charles and Doris Graham, known to one and all as Charlie and Dorie, were looking forward to expanding their sexual horizons. Both are in their early 50's and in reasonably good shape. He is pushing 6 feet tall, broad-shouldered and well-proportioned, except for the extra weight he has put on above the belt. For exercise, he plays tennis on...
Note to Reader: The story takes place in an insane asylum in French Colonial Algeria, during the Algerian War of Independence (1954-1962). Dr Pierre Marques is a white French doctor, psychologists and therapist, who believes strongly in the French Empire and the civilising mission. Entrenched within him, is his belief, that Algerians and Muslims are inherent...
Two days later, Franck was nervously looking over his shoulder, hoping that Mrs. Wharton, or Mavis, hadn't entered the fast food restaurant that morning. "Why the fuck did I ever tell her I loved her?" He asked himself for the thousandth time, then gnashed his teeth and jumped to his second and primary concern – Argie and how to get back in her good graces...
**This is chapter 2 (obviously) and it would help greatly to go back and read chapter 1 before going on here. Remember to drink in moderation, tip your waitress, and try to remember to vote!** "She's got what?" I asked calmly. Kris's face revealed that my voice had sunk to that deep calm that gives the appearance of collected sanity, but is usually sounded...
Chapter I All this happened to me over forty years ago in Africa, in a world that was slowly adapting to a future without its former white rulers. It was an exciting time and for a young man fresh out of veterinary college it was the place to go for adventure before settling down into the family practice. In those days a government scheme for voluntary serv...
This is the fourth chapter of a completed BDSM novel entitled 'La Contessa'. I am publishing it on Literotica a chapter at a time every few days. La Contessa The most decadent city... The most perverted of mistresses... Renowned for her cruelty and the bizarre sexual tasks her household servants perform for her, La Contessa's reputation is well establis...
When he dreamed, he was an old man. He looked past his grey beard down his old body. His arms were restrained, covered in needle marks from years of heroin use. Masked white faces floated around him, poking and probing his body, holding long needles. Thirty years before when he was in his prime, he would of fought his way out of the room. One blow of his han...
What you've missed: I woke up from a coma after a motor cycle crash, to find that my penis could talk, and more than that, when it wanted, it could take control of the rest of me. It was able to sing in a way which it called 'pussy charming' in such a way as to entice nearby females to come and shag me, which it demonstrated for me with a 50 something overwe...
“I had lunch with your boss today,” my wife Karen just tossed that little statement over her shoulder as we were getting undressed for bed. It took a second for it to register with me. I stopped, with my shoe halfway off and looked over at her. “You did not.” She turned to face me. She looked damn good, standing there in just her bra and panties. “Well, lu...