How did it come to this? He was a gagged and tied to a chair and watching his pretty asian girlfriend on the tv-screen with an older man in his 60s. He knew that they right now were just in the next room and that the man was a perverted sexual predator of the worst kind and that his girlfriend had just agreed to trust him and let him have completed control o...
Our story begins with the seemingly humble Drosophila bifurca, otherwise known as the fruit fly. The Department of Entomology and Nematology at UC Davis is researching and observing the life cycle of the fruit fly. We have a team of graduate students clamoring for the prized position of research assistant to one Dr. Witt. It seems the research position has g...
Episode Three: Being Prepared The next day all seemed to be quite normal. The birds were singing, people, laughing, jostling through their usual morning activities. After breakfast I prepared Sarah Janes horse for her early ride. Danny was a powerful stallion, black, shiny and beautiful. I polished his saddle, bridle and the rest of her gear in preparedne...
Saturday,11:00 am. I was having a shower trying to get rid of a rather nasty hangover when the damn doorbell rang. Loud. Damn near made my head bust. I tried to ignore it but some idiot kept pushing the bell. Shelly, my wife, works Saturdays so I had to answer the damn thing myself. I turned the shower off, grabbed a towel, held it round my waist and stumble...
Everything happened just a few months before... Illegal slavery and trafficking had reached a peak never seen before and the American gouvernament was up to its neck with complaints for being unable to manage the situation and the resulting economical disaster. So nobody was surprised when she, the so hyped first female president of the USA, was forced to si...
CHAPTER TWO - FILLED TO THE BRIM * We're back! I was so happy to see so many favorites and a comment or two on the last chapter. I hope this one will interest you all as well as the last! ***** The woman, now clothed in a tattered night dress huffed as she pulled herself up to her feet. Tears still stained her dirty cheeks, but her eyes seemed to have dr...
Thanks to "Little Red Riding Hood" from the fairytale, of course, and my new friend of the same name from the Literotica chatroom. Red's mother looked at her oddly as she skipped out of the house. Her dress was now snug on her, with the skirt coming high on her thighs. Her newly sprouted breasts were also noticeable. She decided she'd make her eighteen yea...
Margaret stood firmly on an island of marsh grass ogling her sexy, real estate rival, Elizabeth, struggle against gravity. The gooey muck Ms. StCloud III had errantly stumbled into mercilessly lapped at the hem of her ripped business skirt. Margaret succumbed to the melodrama unfolding before her. Feeling her nipples harden with excitement as she deviantly w...
It was about five in the afternoon on Sunday when there was a knock on Tommy Owen's door. It was light, but quick and persistent. Though he first tried to ignore it, the exhausted but conscientious Freshman at last got up from his desk, where he was going over his science notes and trying not to think about the night before, to answer it. Though he still lo...
I like my tea served to me by a nubile woodland nymph, as beautiful, delicate and fragrant as a solitary flower in the middle of a sunlit meadow, her sheer diaphanous dress cascading like a waterfall so enticingly obscuring her naked form. Her movements, her smile, her laughter, everything about her is captivating. Yet the wicked glint in her eye reveals hi...