We meet in a small, quiet restaurant. you're wearing a slip dress with nothing on underneath, nipples visible through the thin fabric. I tell you to go wait for Me in the men's room as I take a seat, sipping at My drink and watching your body move as you head off to follow My instructions. you walk in slowly, several men are already inside. They're nervous...
The Reminiscences of Mitch the Doorman What follows are the adventures of our hero, currently employed as a doorman at the Doppelganger Hotel in New York City. Some of these tales my strain the bounds of your credulity, dear reader, but rest assured that I have faithfully recorded them from Mitch himself. My original intent was to present these in chronolog...
If you had asked me a month ago if I was a dominate male, I most likely would have laughed at the idea. My sex life up until that point had been rather vanilla. Missionary, one and done, certainly not anything to write about. That all changed when I met Lisa. Lisa was a girl I met at the office. She seemed normal for the most part. Cute... Very cute. A bit...
I enjoy flashing. I've done so mostly in my car by showing off my tits to other drivers, and once or twice in the darkness of a movie theater. I love the feeling of arousal that engulfs me, even when my displays don't lead to sex with the men who see me. But today, I want something more. I want some action. I want to be fucked. I dress carefully. First of...
Every once in a while, we are jolted out of our contented, self-centered world by being caught in the act of doing something society frowns upon. Usually, being caught breaking one of society's taboos is an unwelcome event marked by, at best, sheer embarrassment, or, at worst, being subjected to the machinations of the judicial system. Being unintentionally...
Erin in the theater with wearing only her coat. ~~~~~~~~~~ Early November in Atlanta. Sometimes it is wicked cold; sometimes it can be barely sweater weather. On this particular Sunday afternoon, it was in the mid 60s with a gentle misty rain and perfect for Erin to wear her new coat. A birthday gift from her parents, it was the classic trench style: epau...
Note: Shadow Sex is a dark anthology series focusing on sex, modern technology, and exceptional scenarios. Monday: It was a sweltering evening in Manhattan. Sarah felt like a sardine, riding the packed and humid subway to her small, uptown apartment. Pressed up against a pole by countless bodies, she could feel the sweat acting like a glue between her skin...
My name is Misty. I'm currently in my fourth year of college, attending the University of Michigan. I've been living up to the high standard I've set for myself and everything has been going especially well, except for one thing. I recently made a discovery about myself that I've been rather ashamed of. I've always been a well behaved girl with a strong set...
This is my first story which I suddenly felt inspired to write a couple of months ago, and roughly 15 years after I first found literotica.com. The story took shape very quickly, in just a day or two, but I have left it to age since I first drafted it, reviewing and tweaking it several times, so I hope it is now fairly free from errors and typos. I envisage...
Prologue "Pardon me, please. I'm looking for my sister. I called the police but they won't accept a missing person report on an adult until three days pass. I'm trying to see if she got into an accident or something and needs medical treatment. Can you help me?" Tom was looking for Gen, but she sure as hell wasn't his sister and he hadn't called the police...