All characters described are eighteen years or older. This story contains BDSM, including the idea of slavery. There is a point of lesbianism, and also the idea of incest. Please note now that I am warning all readers. All comments and votes are welcomed. ========== Sarah lost all concept of time as she laid there blindfolded, easing in and out of actual...
Well, I got the job. I am now the assistant of TV actor Matt Steiner, star of the popular series The Single Life. I'm assuming the agency feels I can handle the incredibly mind-wobbling responsibility of this job: make him coffee, pick up his dry-cleaning, and, more importantly, pay his bills and run his errands. You can envy me now, girls! This is by no me...
Wisps of steam escape from the bathroom as Alexa enters the hallway. Grimacing she ignores the dull pain from her wounds. Slowly wrapping herself in silk she ties the belt around her waist making her way towards the front door. With each step the sound increases as she hears Sampson yell her name demanding entrance. Barking his name she answers ceasing the r...
One of the first stories I ever wrote. Sex is implied, but I think there is enough erotica to take it out of the 'no-sex' category. First time ever on Literotica. I hope you enjoy; comments and criticisms welcome! ========== "Hello?" "Hey, Tony, how's it hanging, buddy?" "Who is this?" "It's me, Bill. You remember, the one that stole away your darling...
Stephen is the name. Most people call me Stevie for short. I'm a young brother living in Brockton. A six-foot-two, 240-pound African American male with mocha skin. Like many other young folks living in the city of Champions, I go to Massasoit Community College. I'm taking up Criminal Justice there. I'm in my first semester. Soon, I'm going to head to Bridgew...
Had I known the horrible thing that fate had in store for me, I would have passed right by, no—run screaming from, the old cathedral on Ninth, and changed my ways on the spot. But fate has an annoying way of keeping secrets until it's too late. Making my way home from Turner's Tavern after cashing on a sweet deal—I'd set up old Farley good—he wouldn't be...
"Mum wants to fuck you," Brenda informed me over our lunch date, making me nearly spill my soup. "Say that again? I want to make sure that I didn't hear you wrong," I coughed and sputtered a bit, my face a bit red as I reacted to her surprise announcement. "My mother wants to do the nasty, the horizontal mambo, the beast with two backs ... she wants to sha...
Amanda Hamilton thought to herself how lucky she was. She had married Ryan Hamilton two years ago not just because he made her laugh and not because he was so very good looking but because he was extremely rich. Ryan had gained his wealth after his father had died unexpectedly four years before they met. His father, Henry Hamilton, had gained considerable w...
(This is my second story I have submitted. The first thing I want to say is thank you to a great critic and a good pal...and fellow veteran. I met him here. You know who you are. This whole story was his idea, based on an email he sent me. I never intended to do any pure fiction, but his idea was way too good to pass up. So, bud, this is my thank you. I want...
The semi-tractor that had kicked up all the dust was nowhere to be seen; presumably it had taken the delivery route to the house. Calling this place a house would be like calling a AA battery the Hoover Dam, Baxter corrected himself. It vaguely resembled the strangest resort hotels he'd seen in the far east, Dubai and Singapore; all leaping and elongated hei...