Brennan Mulwray was out there on the prowl. He was a tall young man with black hair and pale brown eyes. A very handsome man. He looked regal in his black silk shirt, black jeans and boots. He looked like an ordinary man but he was not. He was a mutant. One of those genetically altered human beings with special abilities. In the case of Brennan, the mutant a...
Bunky and Skip, two waiters at the Golden Spoon, Buttermilk Fall's Cajun restaurant, stared at the couple. "He's kind of geeky, Four Eyes there, to be with a chick who looks like that," Bunky said, but Skip had noticed the Adam's apple on the "chick" and wasn't surprised...she was hot, but it was still disgusting! Ellis McKeigue shook his head as his fri...
Slave Layla waited for me on her hands and knees, poised expectantly on the floor in her tight black skirt, black bra and suspenders with the sort of stockings that I really loved. She is a naturally sensual woman, with long hair and the sort of smile that provokes both the best and worst impulses in me. This was my second visit, the first one where I had t...
"Only if you catch me first!" * Early May. Spring had spawned the perfect first summer's day with an astonishing high clear sky and a warm breeze, the sole purpose of which was to remind nature to come to life. The sun was generous with its rays and had let them scatter nimbly upon the tiny ripples of a little lake, gracefully blinding anyone bold enough t...
(This story is dedicated to Lady S, to whom I am enslaved. It is about extortion, blackmail, money slavery, forced-bi, unsafe sex, and should be viewed as fantasy. I am flameproof, don't need foolish, anonymous public comments, but if you want to email me with comments, I will respond. Hope you enjoy.) The windshield wipers squeaked as he got on the Saw Mil...
Helen's Kinky thing © Alex Carr 2010 "I caught Helen sniffing your underwear." I was flabbergasted, Helen of all people? "Perhaps she was just seeing if it was dirty washing." I said in trying to find a feasible explanation, I mean, well women don't do that do they, dirty old men yes - and younger - but women? And women like Helen!?" I don't think so," my...
The sun poked into the break in the blinds this morning alerting me to the speed in which the day was already passing. Without hesitation, I flipped the light cotton quilt off my naked body and bounced to my feet. There were things to do, and a great many places to go today. The first of those places was the gym. In a promise made to myself and in statement...
Gruesome's, on a Friday night. It's one hell of a place to be, if you like hard rock, hard drugs and easy sex. I could care less about the music, didn't touch drugs, but oh, everyone had been telling me it was more than time I do something about my virginity. Like lose it, you know? But I was scared. I loved daddy, and I didn't want to upset him. I'd secre...
This piece is a tribute to PacullaAnnia's brilliant parody story, "The Perfect Loving Wives Tale." To borrow PA's words verbatim, this story "...is in response to the true comments of certain critics here on Literotica, as well as being based on the high ratings certain stories get in this category, but any resemblance to real people, alive or dead, is pure...
Last Friday night my wife Rachel sent me a text that she was coming over to my apartment. “I’m on my way over. I hope you don’t have any plans for tonight.” My wife and I separated over a year ago, and since then she has become my dominatrix. I’m not sure exactly how it happened, but that’s how it is now. When we first got married we played a few BDSM gam...