I look at myself in the full length mirror on the wall outside the school gymnasium where the dance is being held. What I see is a very fuckable young lady. Sam had done my makeup after we got home from the hair salon. The body is 18, but with the hair, makeup, and small stature, I look more like 14 and very, very ripe. The silky material of the dress hugs m...
I spent the night in happy contemplation of all the torment that I would enjoy. My mind raced with the possibilities. I forgot about Jean. I forgot my name. I am a slut. My name is slave Marci. My arms were shackled behind my back and I found it difficult to find a comfortable position on the wooden rack that was my bed. Thankfully the piss could fall throug...
All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. ***** Dressing carefully in a skintight black skirt which rides high and tight across my upper thighs and ass, a soft pink conservative button-up blouse, a little tight so the space between the top two buttons gape open slightly. I...
I went surfing for a couple of days. Miranda and I had a couple of quiet nights. I wondered whether my mother was getting any sex. I was sure there was nobody in her life at the moment. Sure she had dated a few guys but Miranda must have been picky because they didn’t last long. The peace didn’t last long. Mrs. Croker rang and Mum took the call. “A lady for...
"Doug, could you just..." Abi sighed as the object of her question purposefully ignored her and made his way out of the restaurant. Where was he going? The restaurant was absolutely heaving and it was all hands on deck but ever since Alex Walker had sent through the beautiful painting of the unnamed black woman with the title of "Beautiful" which had borne m...
This story is written by both Dice Casden and Kristi as part of the D&K Universe. This and all of the other stories we write are for entertainment purposes only. If you do not like what we choose to write about, Literotica offers many other stories for you to read instead. ****** "Welcome to hell!" Dustin Runnels shouts into a microphone as he stands in t...
Ebonstone was a port city on the west coast of Enoriath, the second-largest continent of the world. It was also the capital of The Kingdom of Ebon, from which the city got its' name and home to Ebon's royal family and primary garrison of her forces. Ebonstone had a strong military presence, with a huge military wharf capable of housing a hundred warships and...
"SHIT!!" screamed Jordan, kicking a bottle of Southern Comfort over in his frustration. "Number CUNTING two? After we practically killed ourselves for about two months promoting it?" He took another swig of the new bottle he had just started in his hand before continuing. As he fumed, he flung open the tape deck of the hotel room stereo and grabbed the n...
(Based on a True Story) "Well, you see, the aliens, they watch us. We're like an experiment." "What the fook are you going on about?" My younger brother, Sagittenius, asked. He had short blonde hair, cut in a European Mohawk, big muscular build from years of pumping iron. He reached out with his fork, piling more food on his plate. Along the center of the...
Laurie Catherine Fallon Day 50th: May 29, 1992 In my dream I held pieces of my skull in the crease of my temporal lobes. I imagined the place where the axe cut the stones or the guillotine set up to make the ritual more predictable. It was as if I lived in the blood of my menstrual cunt. I fumbled square balls transformed into testicles and I ran up the...