14 Sendi and I sat at the edge of a steamy jungle clearing in the mountains forty miles out of Medellin and waited. Our clothes were sticking to our bodies and the deodorant had given up the fight hours ago. The shirt clinging to her body took my mind off my job for several minutes. I had checked and rechecked the camera settings to make sure that when I t...
The Mustang's aggressive growl responded to every twitch of my foot on the accelerator, as if the pony car was signaling its readiness to launch. I looked around and saw a boney waif like woman in a hoodie, waving at me from the shadows. Not a fucking chance babe. There was a woman across the street who didn't look too bad, but she was a blonde. Been there,...
I don't know how long I knelt in that position, however I was correct in my assumption that it was a difficult position to hold. Long before Gretchen gave me permission to get up, my inner thigh muscles started to get sore from being held so wide open for so long. Also my neck and shoulders were getting stiff from holding my head up and elbows back for so lo...
Author's Note: This story is a continuation (and retelling of sorts, so it's not important to have read it) of events found in my previous story titled Come Hither. * At the age of 20, my most powerful sexual experience to date had happened the previous year and was very formative for me sexually but was also the source of some confusion and shame, like w...
Sitting on the park bench in Saint Louis, I was about to eat my fast-food lunch, when I looked—really looked—over at my chance-met seat-mate. At first glance, she looked like any of the homeless folks that grace all of our cities, and I'd been braced for the usual come-on tale of woe, followed by a plea for some 'spare change.' But, as I started to open my...
Be sure and read parts 1 and 2 if you haven't already, or if you'd like to refresh your memory. I have a few more parts of this story series already written, and I'll be putting out continuations every once in a while, whenever the Devil makes me do it. — "I don't think you should wear that dress to church again." The words were spoken to me by my best fr...
We needed a vacation. We had been saving for three years with the thought of taking a vacation far off, some tropical island where we could go for a week, do whatever we wanted without the demands of either of our jobs or the structure of our normal lives. It would be fantastic and totally different for sure. We searched possible locations and decided we cou...
Welcome reader, to the concluding half of my little story. To summarise Part 1, Donnie wanted to surprise his wife Angela and revitalise their sex lives. He tied himself up in bondage with handcuffs, a blindfold, dildo gag and 'the gates of hell' cock ring/cage. But when Angela came home, she was accompanied by her 18 year old trainee, Carmen. After some del...
I would like to thank mymantoy999 for his editing and insight in getting this story up on Lit. I value your take on the stories as well as your conversation! Thank you Sweetie! ***** It was safe to say my state of dress bled over from my private life to my work life. It wasn't that I was wearing slutty outfits at work or anything completely inappropriate b...
Ok folks, I apologize for the mediocre "Romance" story I posted two weeks ago. I was trying a new thing with my writing but then I came to my senses and realize that I don't do romance, just dirty! So I wanted to fix Something New and build onto it. I do have to say Thank You to Yoshimatsu for editing this! He's a gem, not only that he fixed my stupid erro...