Dear Fellow Literoticans, This is the third installment of my non-fiction series (see "My Friday Night" and "My Saturday Night"). While it is obviously intended to turn you on, this isn't just a 'stroke story,' so if you're looking for a quick way to get off, you might want to move along. That said, this story contains cross-dressing (obviously), femdom, r...
Kate Beckett came back to the loft, totally exhausted. She`d been out with the girls after a long day at work. Castle was out with the boys, as well, and wasn`t home yet, as it seemed. Of course, they had partied and, as usual, there were several cocktails involved. This time, she was more than a bit tipsy, she was really drunk. She stepped up the stairs...
I have to once again thank SoCalCynic for editing this thing. He puts up with my ramblings and my bad writing habits, so he deserves lots of free booze and cookies, should you guys ever run across him. Thanks again, Cynic, for making me feel like a better writer than I actually am. Speaking of free booze and cookies, you readers deserve some too! Thanks for...
The men on the Valiant Treasure stand transfixed without moving a muscle. Their eyes stare emptily beyond the fog to something they cannot even see. On the gentle wind comes a humming that goes in one ear and out the other, stringing them all together. Slowly, they come back to life as their captain emerges from below deck. He is unable to utter an order bef...
*****Author's Note***** This is part 4 of a series. Although the chapter can stand on its own, it is highly recommended you go back and read chapters 1-3. I hope you enjoy. All comments are welcome. Chapter 5 should be out early next week. findingmyvoice deserves a big shout out for her awesome editing skills and her very visual suggestions. Without her,...
Mary sat looking into the large mirror that rose above the antique dressing table and smiled at her image in the glass. She looked stunning with her golden blonde hair flowing down out of the wispy wedding veil, framing her creamy white cheeks in an almost angelic halo. Her silky white wedding dress dipped down in the front revealing her milky cleavage and s...
Brooke Fisher sat in the back of the limousine as it wound it's way up the highway into rural Vermont. She had on her usual funky emo outfit which consisted of shorts over black leggings combined with a t-shirt and denim jacket. Brook loved to dress this way since it not only defined her as a "cool chick" but it also infuriated her father to no end. And infu...
After an amazing holiday where Suzi had been wanked over on our balcony, oiled up and fucked in the pool by some young guy and then fucked in our room by the same guy. Walking back down from the room two days running with spunk on her exposed tits one day, then her face covered in spunk the next day. She'd teased guys in disco's and been felt up so many time...
Urban Oddballs: The Cootie Cats Edited by Thegreat_pretender "So Jeggli's milk profits came in the other day, didn't they, Hun?" Puvi said, speaking into her phone with a smooth yet condescending tone. "Y-yes dear, they came in this morning. I hope you're having a successful time with your friends," Taka, Puvi's husband, said in a positive tone. "Thanks...
During the drive to the hotel in Lydiaville, Vivian had deep throated Luke's cock sufficiently and often enough to precipitate a copious amount of his sperm to erupt and fill her mouth. She was able to gulp down most of it but a tiny amount did escape her lips and drip down her chin as she raised her head. She let out a ladylike burp and declared: "Wow Luke...