The harsh white light of the interrogator's lamp dug into my eyes. As someone who spent most of his life hunched over a laptop screen -- ergonomics sounded like a problem for future Abby -- it wasn't quite as discomforting as the racist pukes from whatever government salad had decided to boot in the front door of my parent's house, throw around a bunch of of...
A Surfer and a Swimsuit Model _____________ Hello! This is part three of a full length novel in four parts. It's a gender-fluid, 'what if everything fell into place,' fantasy about self-discovery, coming out and coming of age. It explores pansexuality, cross-dressing and several fetishes - especially for things like swimsuits and athletic-wear. Some part...
High tide: The moment between the flood tide and the ebb tide This tale is an espionage fantasy under assault by reality The 'hero' of this tale might be considered a Libertarian, though the label means nothing to him. He is not completely sane by some people's definition of the term The principal characters in this story are listed at the end of the chap...
Sam hears about Dawn's and Chantelle's adventures with Joe, plus more fun and games occur. Like most of the chapters in Worlds Best Diet Plan, this contains scenes of bondage and discipline, primarily spanking or orgasm denial. It contains scenes of oral sex, anal sex, masturbation, intercourse, lesbian sex, interracial sex with a little exhibitionism thrown...
"So I'll find what lies beneath Your sick twisted smile As I lie underneath Your cold jaded eyes Now you turn the tide on me 'Cause you're so unkind I will always be here For the rest of my life" -Breaking Benjamin "What Lies Beneath" She lasted two and a half hours before things started falling apart. Her walk with Sam had been a welcome diversion; the s...
Setting my laptop on my desk, I positioned the two black baseball-shaped speakers to the side and, with an automatic, rhythmic nod of my head, I let the tunes crank. ~Oh, yo, yo, there's a demon inside. Oh, yo, yo, just like Jekyll and Hyde! ~ With a pimp strut and an improvised dance step making me look, no doubt, like a complete moron, I went back to my...
First of all, let me preface this autobiographical tale by clearly stating that this is not a story about necrophilia. I think we should get that out of the way, since the object of my affection is very much alive. He's a vibrant, strong and handsome devil called Jack, with light brown hair that curls a bit around his ears when it grows too long, clear g...
To the reader: This is my first attempt at writing. If you like it that would encourage me to write more. If you don't, then I'll just continue writing software. Either way I would appreciate your comments. PART 1 -- Opening Pandora's Box Sunday, October 3, 2010 "Hon, just have a great time and don't worry about me. I've got plenty to do around here. I ca...
This a romantic story of a senior citizen who is an author on Literotica, and meets a very attractive, young women, quite by accident, and how their relationship grows. Hey, I can dream can’t I? You probably wouldn’t have my stories on here, if I did not. Despite the way I wrote it, this story is fiction...really FICTION. But not everything. I use my Lit....
It's the same dream, as always. I come in the side door by the garage. The power's off, and the scene is lit by many candles. There are nine guys there plus Shelia, my wife. Everybody's naked and sweaty. She's on the pool table, and five of the guys are fucking her. One pounds into her, while she jacks off two, and she does oral sex with two more. Despite th...