Thomas was furious as he slammed the door of the control room shut. Furious, sad, and very, very horny. He had no other choice but to rub one off right now, right here. He started to unzip when there was a voice behind him. "Whoa bro, wait a moment." Thomas zapped up from the chair and turned around to face a young man. "Who the fuck are you!" he shouted...
This story is entirely fictitious. All names and likenesses are fabricated, and all characters depicted are over the age of 18. This story is multiple pages / chapters, and involves elements of romance and erotica. ---------------- Chapter Three: After a long period of silent contemplation, the two of us got up and decided to rejoin the others. My button...
'Look,' said Sam's Mum, 'he's 22, he lives at home and he's... well, dependent.' I looked at her. We were sitting in Starbucks in Kings Cross. I usually meet strangers in public places, it's safer and, although I'm always on the hunt for probing fingers and cocks, for that gorgeous spreading of my wet pussy that comes when they realise how ready I am, I don...
This story is based on a real event. Agatha Christie did 'disappear' in 1926 and was later discovered in Harrogate. The main characters - Christie, her husband, his mistress and Bob Tappin - were all real but I have taken liberties with the events of those missing days. ***** As the train struggled through the grey English countryside the woman continued...
Molly and the Sewing Machines Chapter 7 - A Rugby Victory Suffering from the excesses of the weekend, Adrian and the two women told Nicole to go back to sleep as they dressed in the dark of their encampment in the building and made their way to the early train. Inish brought them three cups of terrible coffee from the mobile canteen as the train headed nor...
Four weeks had passed since Mistress Emily and Mistress Jenny swapped slaves. To everyone's surprise Jenny remained in possession of her newly acquired man. Rising to the challenge, she surpassed even Diana's expectations. After the third of their weekly evaluations, Diana gave her complete control of Josh for the remainder of his stay. He was hers to train...
This three-chapter story was inspired by conversations with other Lit members over the years - some of whom are part of couples that freely share their inner sexual lives with each other and some of whom feel unable to open up about such matters to their partners. Thanks to all who have shared their experiences in regards to this dilemma, thus providing the...
He heard his wife's heavy footsteps approach. It was the kind of loud stomp like she was trying to announce her presence as she walked into the living room. He expected to look up while sitting on the sofa, and see a look of anger or deep concern on her. He had learned over the years that's what usually happened when she stormed into a room as quickly and lo...
4-3 My study of Slave Yoga is proceeding splendidly. With the incentive of the slave treats and the mock threat of the slave whip constantly cracking over my head my movements in class are now more graceful and fluid than many of the slave girls. I know that my moves are better, even if the slave girls get more attention from the men in the window because t...
This was originally titled Quicksilver Messenger, but based on some ideas from readers I have made some changes and retitled the series. In addition, I have a new editor that helped clean up some of the speed bumps in the story. Thanks to Glenn514. It is still the same basic story and the changes are not massive, but to me it is enough to warrant a new versi...