Your shirt and pussy clamps have been pretty busy since I took them. Hope I didn't wear them out! We have been having a good ole' time! I think you resurrected the perverted monster in me. You asked for a letter about their adventures, here it is... One afternoon when the house was empty I came home and took off all my clothes, put on your shirt and got in...
Cole wasn't so much taken aback as staggered by the verbal ambush – heavens knew Sophie had a temper and wasn't shy about letting him see it but this? She never asked him about Bella. "How do you know I sent her away? Maybe she chose to leave." Sophie laughed. "Don't be ridiculous." Surprised at her vehemence, Cole leaned a hip against an out-of-t...
Colors (1981) - Pt. 2 - Anatomy Was asked, tonight, "How do you do the things you do?" Got to thinking about it, haven't really done that in a while. Like a guy who goes to work in a shirt and tie everyday--don't think about why I do it, just do. Wouldn't take the question seriously, but Artie asked it and Artie always did right by me. Deserved serious cons...
I was one lowly human, with great perversion in my head, u til I found out I was God's Experiment, or more likely: His Stooge. This is Essentially my own Life in different universes, and I Aim to fuck more than my share of beauties. (Authors Note: This was Inspired by Khan's Story, it is not intended to be a cheap knock off or a reproduction.)What's next? D...
Yes, I think to myself, "I'm ready." For what I have no idea, for I am still tied by my hands to the ceiling, my one leg stretched up higher than my head and the other bound around my ankle making any movement difficult. The Commander walks up to me, takes the long strand of pearls I'm still wearing, and caresses each of my nipples with it. He then puts the...
I have been reading stories on Literotica for sometime now and been writing on here since July and one question has been burning through my mind, why is incest the number one category on this site? What makes the subject matter so enticing to the readers that it overwhelms the majority of the other stories, some by an amazing three to one margin? Do you peo...
Walking through the park in the brisk afternoon, the woman turned to her friend and posed a question. "When we're dead, will you still be with me? Still at my side?" The man stiffened out of cold and surprise, checking to see that his overcoat was tightly buttoned. He drew a breath and continued walking, ignoring the stare she had fixed upon him. "In what...
You walk into the Carberton and look around. The tavern is packed, as usual, and as loud as ever. A couple of familiar faces catch your attention; they wave when they catch your gaze. You return a short wave back with a grin but continue to rove your eyes around the patrons. You were looking for a specific person, today. Your eyes land on a shock of red hair...
John sat in the basement, football on the TV, 4chan on his laptop. The game was pretty much a blowout, so he wasn't really paying attention. He was, however, greatly interested in the adult gifs (although 90% of the entries were webms) page he was on. There were a few threads that were catching his eye, girls playing with their asses, deep throat, but he was...
NOTE: This text might be better enjoyed if you have an understanding of Brahminical liturgy, Hindu texts and classical Sanskrit literature. However, this is not mandatory as long as you can make the connect between the contradictions in the two narratives. I have added references in the footnotes to guide you. ***** The morning sun is still a balmy orange....