This is just another story, for the November competition, not for the winter-themed comp. I make this offer - comment and I will comment on your recommendation. What is that smell you get when you step into a circus tent? Piss and shit, of course. Damaged grass, sweat, diesel and hot lights. But sex is part of it. Circuses are great for the kids, of cou...
I like to write edgy gay male stories, but I'd never even heard of the act of sounding before someone remarked on a gay story site that they had trouble finding such stories. I looked the term up and was both intrigued and shocked, wanting to include sounding by one man of another in a story but having no context I could put it in. I usually write from expe...
Hey guys back with a new story. I would like to thank to all those readers out there who liked my story, as you would remember, Karan, from Delhi. This story is about how I became physical with my maid whom I always thought to be a decent Indian lady. This happened when I was 20 i.e. last year. So the story starts like this.... As normal day I was lying in...
This is a true story, one I've never told before. The Internet allows me the anonymity to tell my tale, and to titillate while I'm at it. I was drunk. That's a big part of it right there. Because if I hadn't been drunk, I never would have considered doing what I did. I am so glad I was drunk. I think about this night all the time, about what happened, what...
Viv Windsor walked briskly into the Woolpack; her nylon stockings cracking as one leg stroked the other. Her blouse was unbuttoned to the base of her fine cleavage and was tucked into the tight waistband of her black pencil skirt. Her red high-heeled shoes clicked sexily as she strode towards the bar. "Give me a large G & T Bernice," said Viv angrily. "Wha...
The day had been one of those that you always dread. It seemed like I was speaking Chinese to everyone I met. Nothing made sense and I had to explain myself too many times. I needed a break from everyone, so I headed to Garcias for a few beers, bad Mexican food and the anonymity that makes it my sanctuary. I drank too many Coronas and when I fell into my be...
This is a work of pure fiction. All persons and events herein are fictional. Any and all resemblance to actual persons and events is purely coincidental. Persons portrayed are 18 years of age and older. Please feel free to comment. --- As I was first moving into my new apartment, my next-door neighbor was taking his dog for a walk - we'll call him Dallas....
My Wife’s Night Class, 6: Posing with Nick While Wendell and my wife were back in the bedroom deciding on an outfit for her to wear, my hard-on subsided and I took a piss in a plastic bottle I’d brought into the closet with me. I knew this session might take awhile, so I was prepared. Occasionally I peeked in at John, Jerry, and the always-ready-to-fuck Nic...
For those that wanted to know more about Misha before he met Froo, here is his story and how he came to be in England which is where he met her and fell in love,, and his time with Suzanne the woman in his past. His passion for Suzanne becomes an obsession, as she plunges down into a self destructive whirlpool, so for those that believe that life's many exp...
Author's notes: This was first inspired by the Tumblr blog of a young black American girl who has thing about being exposed in public, and later adapted based on the young muslim woman who publishes on Literotica as TahrimaBegum. The beach is a real place that I've visited many times and no, it's not Cap D'Agde. WARNINGS: Contains racial stereotypes, obje...