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Twisted Reality

by Antonius on Dec 12, 2017
Fantasy

Author's disclaimer: Autor is witting this usually when he is riding to or from work. Because its a combination of a new lifestyle and hard work, he is kinda sleep deprived. Sometimes the sentences don't even make sense in his native language. He would be really glad, if someone would tell him his mistakes, as a reward, he will be more open to suggestions fo...

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Their Introduction

by EclecticDiversity on Aug 19, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

Annie loved to remember the way in which they met. So simple, and yet so perverse. In college he worked the third shift at a food mart. Not only was the 3rd shift great for studying, it was a wonderful place to indulge himself in his own growing exhibitionism. He always wore the tightest of jeans, to show off his bulge. He never wore underwear, but did us...

Her True Self Ch. 01

by auditguy85 on Sep 13, 2017
BDSM

This is my first attempt at a story so all comments, suggestions, and death threats are welcome. 'I will greatly multiply thy pain and thy travail; in pain thou shalt bring forth children; and thy desire shall be to thy husband, and he shall rule over thee.' The Dream Life It had been four months living with him. They had met online when she was seventeen...

The Seduction of Gulliver Ch. 02

by Decayed Angel on Sep 17, 2017
Celebrities & Fan Fiction

Ah, once again we must read between the lines and talk to the true witnesses of a tale to get the full and detailed story. As we learned before, Gulliver's travels to Lilliput became an ecstatic success as the local working ladies worked their liberties on the most enormous cock they had even seen in their lives. They dallied much to Gulliver's chagrin initi...

Freedom through Social Media

by Stormgod59 on Feb 13, 2018
Loving Wives

Some people seem to have the idea that, because of the racial aspect of the things I have written, I must hate black women. One person even commented that all black women are not sluts. First of all, I want to say that I love all women. I love black women, white women, Asian women, and Spanish women. Any women who have taken offense to what I've written wit...

Our Natural Selection Ch. 04

by HerPossessor on Sep 11, 2017
BDSM

I stood under the shower's restorative deluge and quickly lathered myself clean of the various bodily fluids that the latest bout of sisterly defilement had seen me covered in... Not that I minded much, but a certain Dominant standard had to be maintained and it was best if only my slut slave remained in such an excitingly sticky and thoroughly fucked state....

Breaking Cathy

by professor_jim on Sep 17, 2017
BDSM

I have been corresponding with a wonderful young woman, who is curious about my experiences as a dominant man. Her name is dee. I do love training girls to be submissive. I am going to post two long emails that I wrote to her. dee suggested that I share them on Literotica. She enjoyed the other stories I have posted here in the "Professor of Two Minds" s...

The Club

by catalina_francisco on Sep 12, 2017
BDSM

Standing on the pavement outside the club, Caretta shivered, the fur coat wrapped about her body doing little to keep out the cold of the windswept night, the dampness of the earlier rain permeating her every pore. Nervous and unsure what the night held she stepped closer to her Master, her hair blowing softly on the breeze to brush his cheek in a soft cares...

Solitary Habits

by Akito01 on Sep 16, 2017
Toys & Masturbation

Poe was not a typical young man. It wasn't that he was outlandish in any obvious way. In fact, with his short dark hair and lean physique, he looked both reasonably attractive and intelligent. Attending classes at the local downtown college, his only vice, on casual observation, was a tendency towards dark clothing and social isolation. When he wasn't takin...

Last Payment

by Mr James on Sep 17, 2017
BDSM

Kat pushed open the door to Andrew's study. The empty chair and the desk seemed to mock her as she scanned the books lining the walls. The laptop computer he used was closed and, she assumed, locked away in one of the drawers, leaving the wooden surface bare of ornament. There was not even a sheet of paper resting on the polished top. She glanced at the cloc...