Hello all! It's time for me to answer another question in detail! I get asked a lot, "Where is the wildest place you have ever fucked?" The short answer, on the sofa of a night club. Now it's time for the whole story. * Last fall, I was heading out to a dance club here in my small middle American town. A goth/industrial night only happens about once a mon...
My husband and I checked into the resort's hotel and went to our room to rest up before the night of drinking, dancing and partying we knew awaited us. My husband, Dirk, used the old-fashioned skeleton key and let us into the ornately decorated suite. The resort was advertised as a sexy getaway for couples, and our room featured a huge canopy bed with red sa...
This is my first attempt at writing a naughty story, so take it easy on me. I've always been a major fan of Literotica and wanted to try my hand at it. Constructive criticism welcome. ***** Nestled in the valley below the mountain ranges of Balenciaga townsfolk bustled about the stone streets frantically preparing for the King's arrival. The King was an e...
**This is Room 3. You may wish to read Room 1 and Room 2 prior to this edition to follow Jay's experience through the Institution** ***** Jay followed Maia, still struggling to balance on her heels, out of the hospital-style corridor and back into the octagonal foyer of the institution. A muscular man - younger and better looking as far as he could tell t...
This is an original work by Zeb_Carter and is protected under (c) copyright by U.S. copyright law. It is only being submitted at Literotica.Com and any submission to any other site has not been authorized by the Author. Leaving Du Page – Part I I sat at the head of the conference table. Around the table were seated the doctors who had succeeded in the vali...
"Get your fucking hands off me," Regan demanded, trying to reclaim her arm. Her step-brother's grip was like steal. Out of nowhere, he had grabbed her by the arm and dragged her off the dance floor like a rag doll. "Be still," Ian ordered. The defined line of his jaw was set and its muscle flexed. Having made it off the dance floor and away from the mass o...
Chapter 1 "What a nice ass! I mean my god have you ever seen an ass like that?" yelled one very drunk, soon to be bride's maid Nikki Henderson. The bride, also Nikki's sister and also equally drunk, Cassie Henderson proceeded to fall face first onto said ass before she could answer. Nikki and all of Cassie's friends who had thrown the ho-my-god-you're-get...
She was lying in a meadow, surrounded by tall pine trees. She was wrapped in a sheer cream cloth, flimsy, pearly white, and nearly transparent to the point she could see the pink of her nipples, the springs of curls at her thighs. Her long brunette hair was loose and curling around her shoulders, and she was scared. She could feel it coming for her, rushing...
Copyright; Elizabeth Loring, August 25, 2006. All Rights Reserved. (No part of this story may be reproduced for any reason without explicit written permission from the author. Do not remove this copyright statement.) NIGHT TWO – THE MINOR ADJUSTMENTS "No clothes again?" I was asked, in a tone not as sharp as the night before. "No clothes again." I repeate...
It wouldn't be much, I knew. But at least if I built it, I could survive the inevitable for a couple of weeks. And so could my girlfriend. So I quietly had the sealed-from the-outside-environment shelter built, stocked with enough caustic potash to absorb the carbon dioxide exhaled and some pure oxygen to resupply the air with. And enough food and water to...