As best I have been able to tell, my sugar addiction started even before I was born. My mother ate sweets for more than half her caloric intake from my conception until my birth. Things got worse when I was a child. We always had candy and soft drinks around the house, donuts or sweet rolls for breakfast, and intensely sugary desserts like baklava every nig...
Fatima Bhatti sat in her living room in her nice townhouse in the City of Nepean, Ontario, watching a soap opera. She'd been watching Days of Our Lives for decades and could never get tired of it. Still, on a day like today, her favorite soap did nothing to assuage her mood. She was feeling quite lonely. After raising two adult sons and a daughter, and adapt...
Beneath the abandoned underground parking lot that has become, ironically, the XHouse there is another underground. It's a migratory station along the pathways for darker perversities that are constantly on the move, always "traveling elsewhere". Beneath the pseudo-raves, the gyrating lights, the hallucinatory ambiguities of party – other things go down. Go...
1: How it All Began *This is my first story and contains both a story of my life with elements of fantasy and embellishment. I will not outline where truth stops and fantasy begins for flow. **I've not written before so am open to critique. ***This is a long story, I write this almost as a journal of my experience and it helps me relive the moment. It is...
I like to fuck Black men in the ass with my strap-on dildo. There, I frigging finally said it. I sat in the psychiatrist's office, and unburdened myself. Dr. Theodore Morrison, a six-foot-four, forty-something, balding Black guy in a sharp business suit, sighed deeply. The doctor's office, located near Baseline Road, is tastefully decorated. He studied psych...
The moment I walked through the door I knew I'd found it. I could tell from the patio that this was the one. This was the apartment with the balcony that had the only unobstructed view onto that beach. I'd only been in town a few months but already I had a special place in my heart for that beach. It was extremely private, one path in, surrounded by cliffs...
I've tried to figure it out, sometimes, until my brain is almost ready to explode into tiny pieces, and I think I see a glimmer of sense, a moment of truth, of things coming together. But then, then everything is tangled again, I know nothing, I don't even want to know, to try anymore. But this dimension, it refuses to be ignored, insists on being analyzed,...
I was bored one day and my mind wandered. I just had this really wierd and I thought funny idea about characters from the X Files. I have posted this elsewhere and had quite a good response. I don't profess it to be anything great, but I wrote it and thought I was worth publishing on Literotica... * * * * * Mulder was bored. OK the X-File cases were pretty...
My name is Manuel. I am part African and part Latino. Essentially, I'm a biracial man with a fetish. Actually, I have many fetishes. I like wrestling. I've wrestled against both men and women. Female wrestlers are tough. They're vicious and they'll do anything to win. I love taking them down. Wrestling was my favorite fetish for a long time, but that's all o...
Alice was the sort of girl that every other pregnancy fetishist dreamed of. She was tall, athletic, and had a wicked sense of humour. Also she herself was obsessed with pregnancy and being knocked up. Since she hit puberty she had craved to feel something slowly grow inside her, and as she got older this desire had exploded into a full-fledged fetish. She fr...