The royal courier pounded on her chamber door; by order of the King he was to deliver a summons, an urgent message in the dark of the night. The courier breathed a sigh of relief as the door unlatched and swung open; the warrior that stood before him was a familiar and impressive sight. The dashing cape-wearing woman mercenary was known only as Loola. She w...
After a day of meetings in town, I find the commuter train that will take me to the lot where I've parked my car. It's late rush hour in fall, which mean it's already getting dark. I miss the late sunshine, but the warm temperatures of the Indian summer weather we've been having are a pretty good tradeoff. On the platform, I put my tote down and fold my swea...
We began to talk about going down to the bar, or perhaps getting something to eat. Gee suggested that we take her out with out giving her a chance to clean up, and I agreed that she should keep the slut look. But Sam wouldn't have any part of that. She said she'd dress as a slut and act like a whore but she wouldn't go if she couldn't clean up. We reached a...
My Friend Sue ©2016 Literocat [This story began as a short writing essay that was pushed out in twenty minutes. When I considered publishing it here, I embellished a bit, then a bit more. Soon I had a pale Pygmalian story that was better suited to this forum, but began to lose its roots. Ultimately, I decided to combine both versions in an unusual way, as a...
Looking back on it, I don't think I have ever been so excited to see a movie. It all started with a conversation I had with her a few weeks prior; we were talking about our porn preferences... which for us is not unusual. She had mentioned that she was into the videos where a girl on public transportation gets groped. I was a bit surprised... but I'm a horn...
This is a true story, not a single embellishment. I love public nudity, and am always trying to figure out how to get my wife and her friends naked. For years this was an uphill battle and usually required enormous amounts of alcohol to accomplish. Even then it was hit or miss, usually miss. But in the last few years she has become much more comfortable get...
Dear Mr. Right, I don't know you yet, I haven't found you, but I wanted to tell you about some of the things I hope we can experience together. Forgive me if my writing is sporadic and unrealistic. As you will know, by the time and/or if I let you read this, I am limited in my experience, so I may not fully know what is and isn't possible. As you know, you...
Every once in a while I like to look at Craig's List Casual Encounters listings. I get a kick out of looking at the entries - then I saw one that intrigued me: Who Wants to Tell Me a Story - w4m Want to turn me on with stories of your fantasies? I'd love to hear your weird or dark sexual thoughts. Married mom, we can't meet but need something to help spice...
"Ready?" Meg White asked, sitting down forcefully on her drum stool in a way that made her large breasts bounce. "Very...." Jack mumbled, his mind fixed on the fairly obscene amount of cleavage she was showing in her too-tight white tee-shirt. Meg and Jack White were getting ready for their next big show in Detroit. This was the show that would bring them...
You may well ask why I called him carpenter. I have a friend who gives everybody a nick name. It is endearing and he is very good at capturing the essence of the person. So, when this incident occurred I thought, why the hell not call him Carpenter. I parked the car at the look-out alongside the two or three other vehicles. I checked in the vanity mirror to...