Dear LIT Readers, however many you are, I decided to try my hand at a longer story with an ongoing line of events. Since I’m an artist living in a small New England town with many remnants of its failed industrial heritage in evidence, it seemed like an apt setting for a longer story. The invention of “The Art Factory”, a large industrial complex converted...
My name is James Marshall. I grew up in Chicago on the south side. A pretty rough part of town full of gangs and violence. To keep me out of all that, my mom insisted I work hard through school. It worked since now at 18 I had been accepted into a special college in San Francisco, the SFC school for gifted writers. I was excited and so was my mom. She said s...
You and I have just started dating, only a week into the relationship. We have totally fallen head over heels for one another. So far we have spent every possible second we could together. We have kissed, hugged, held one another's hand and even cuddled in the bed and fallen asleep together. We have not had sex, not that we don't have a strong sexual desire...
"I... I can't. I'm sorry." Ellie gazed at Tom, apologetically. "I don't understand. We've been together for two years. Do you not trust..." "Of course I trust you. Trust has nothing to do with this." There was a long pause as Ellie shifted the weight of her five-foot-six frame on Tom's bed. "Then why won't you... do it, for me?" Tom replied while still em...
Chapter Three - Compromise Michelle called Linda the next day and she came around to Michelle's place and Michelle told her all about the previous evening except for having to give Frankie a blowjob. "You ain't telling me everything are you?" Linda teased. "I don't know what you mean," Michelle blushed. "You telling me Frankie 'The Stallion' Caputo had y...
"Open your fucking mouth!" the sensually cruel Mistress Persephone demanded, shoving Her precious toes deep into my gaping mouth. "Lick them clean, it's punishment time," She ordered, alternating between slapping my face and forcing Her sexy feet deep down my throat. My cheeks stung from Her leather gloves, adding to the intense sensations as I orally worshi...
Chapter Two: The Two The day was bright and clear and the sun streamed into the bright yellow and gold tones of her bedroom as Nancy dressed for work. "it's great to be alive!" she exclaimed to an empty house. Leaning into the mirror and applying bright red lipstick, she muttered, "You were a really naughty girl yesterday, you know! What are you going to ge...
A hundred and sixty feet up in the air, trapped between Floor 15 and 16, I reluctantly dropped to the floor and loosened my tie. The woman across from me leaned against the wall and muttered, "Just great," and checked her watch. I had just called down to maintenance, and they said it would be at least an hour before they could get us any help. Fortunately it...
To the new reader. The Life and Times of Lady Vargos is the second book in the Martin Hastings Saga. The first book, The Marriage of Martin Hastings is posted here on Literotica. ***** Chapter 2 "Family Portraits" Martin had now been married for just over two weeks. He and his husband, the Baron, had consummated their marriage together with the tradition...
Sharon loved feet: feet in sandals, feet in shoes, bare feet, and especially dirty feet. There was something about seeing the sight of dirty soles on another female that turned her on. She especially loved her own dirty feet. She enjoyed rubbing her feet on the floor to grind in the dirt, then looking at her soles to see how dirty they were. She also loved s...