"Oooh! Uncle Mark! We've got to go to the ferris wheel, and then the bumper cars, and then I want a chocolate banana!" "Don't they sell regular bananas?" "But I wanna-" "You'll just get hyperactive, and then you'll get giddy, and then you'll get tired, and then we'll have to go home early." "But, but..." "No buts. Now are you having fun, dear?" "Well,...
This all started about ten years ago. It was a midsummer day, and I was hanging out with my old friend Erica. Now Erica was what you would call a little on the big size. Like, back then I was a big guy- little under six foot and well over two hundred pounds- but Erica made even me feel small. She was maybe an inch taller than I was, and though I never asked...
The stories in this series were written at least a year ago before I knew about Literotica. The previous one (chapter 3) is posted here. If the object of the New York authorities were to increase prostitution and depravity, they could not better accomplish it than by their present policy towards the unfortunate class that everybody endeavors to ignore, but...
First Date, First Taste [Memories from a distant time. A time before VCR's, cell phones, and computerized everything.] The memories of that night are burned deeply into my brain. All it takes is a certain smell or taste to instantly transport me back in time; to my senior year of high school. To be more precise, the last six weeks of high school. When my...
George couldn't believe his luck. He had walked into the office kitchen to find Sammi washing some cups up in the sink, her long slender fingers protected from the hot soapy water by a pair of bright yellow Marigold rubber gloves. George wasn't sure of the exact moment he discovered his fetish for kitchen or household rubber gloves but was remembered clearly...
Author's Notes: This story focuses on somewhat naive female robot dominance, boot and glove fetishism and some adventure of a poor chap that's in the wrong place at the wrong side. (You decide) There are four more parts to this story. All together they would be the size of a short novel. This is the first part. Please give any comments or criticisms. If...
On Sunday morning Katia is summoned to join him on a car journey, destination unknown . He arrives promptly outside her flat, nodding approvingly as Katia walks out to the car in vertiginous heels. "Hop in," he says by way of welcome, the mere sound of his voice sufficient to send a shiver of pleasure down Katia's spine. Previous experience has led her to...
She had warned him on several occasions that if he did not satisfy her sexual needs then she would begin looking elsewhere. He had shrugged it off as idle threats until one day she called him into their home office and told him she was going out tomorrow night to meet someone who she hoped would satisfy her. He said ok still not believing her. The next eveni...
[Author's Note: All characters in this story are 18 years or older.] Before I left for the airport, I opened my "Holly-cam" app, and switched it from sending its video files to my laptop, and made it send them to the cloud, where I could retrieve them in the middle of the Pacific. At the boarding-gate I got a call from my boss, telling me that I would be m...
After I posted "My French maid Debbie" on nifty, I got an email from Chele who asked me to write a story for her. I had no clue how she looked like and the only thing she mentioned in her email was that she was into humiliation, submission and role-playing. I sat down and started to think about it, but frankly I had run out of ideas. With such limited infor...