The picture on my cell phone was of my wife's big round tits. The nipples were fully extended, and amazingly...they were covered with endless gobs and ropes of a sticky thick white substance. I'd never gotten a picture like this one before. "He just left. I'm glad he blew his load across my chest, or he might have drowned me!" The accompanying text message r...
**DISCLAIMER** Please note that this story is a 100% work for fiction and the characters are not reflective of their real life counterparts and are not endorsed. Any similarity to real life events are pure coincidental. At the end of day, this is a fictional fantasy story, nothing more. Enjoy! To say it started for me in a cold office in Central London wou...
"Fuck!" Was she really going out with him? Joe Jackson's song was ringing in my ears as I watched this ape of a man bear hug, and paw, one of the most attractive, and alluring women, I had yet experienced. She was on stage singing some folky tunes of original composition; her voice, her looks, the way she moved, how she seemed to look me straight in the eye,...
Hell of a place to have a flat tire, and only a donut spare to boot. Middle of nowhere 200 miles from our destination and 300 miles from home. The puny little spare would take my wife Janey and I maybe 50 miles at 50 mph. We pulled over in the next small town. It was about a mile off of the main highway. A sign said that they had a service station. Even if...
Authors Note Please be aware that while this series of stories will get VERY dirty/kinky, some chapters will be milder than others. The specifics of each chapter will be listed in the preface so that you will know what the story contains. Constructive comments are always welcome, especially from women as I'm always curious if I've captured anything that mig...
Wherein I demonstrate the importance of rigorous and intentional conditioning of a slave for complete service. As I explained in the first part of this story, I do not often rely on chastity devices these days to control N's sexual behaviors, though that wasn't always the case as I'll explain shortly. I mostly rely on the "honor system" - by which I mean an...
The Twenty-four-year-old Dr. Araya Quizaria sat anxiously beside her mother waiting for the signal to move to the vehicles. Her mother was former Commodore Drexlia Quizaria, the most infamous prisoner interrogator of the Altonesian legions when the war on earth first began. She was well known for her the harsh torture and treatment of earth human prisoners d...
There is no rhyme or reason to this tale. So much about the story is wrong. I can honestly tell you I tried to resist, I really and truly did. In the end, despite all of my best efforts, it happened anyway. But I am giving you the ending without the benefit of the background, the beginning and the middle. If this were a play, it would have a prologue and th...
The story that follows was suggested by another Lit member. It's intended to be a series and I hope you will enjoy it. As always please read the tags, they are there for a reason. NOTE: If you have a problem with sex that's obtained through questionable means then be forewarned this is not a story you'll enjoy reading. I. Introduction The woman didn't...
The bus had taken us 50 kilometers east from Kraków in Poland to the museum of the holocaust at Auschwitz-Birkenau. Many buses, several taking our party and others with other groups dropped us and we walked to the iron gate crowned with the motto "Arbeit macht frei". "Three Million Jews walked through this gateway to die" lied the guide "My Grandfather was...