There are things in life, when they occur, are totally shocking. Things that exist, right under our noses. Here, a mother, finds out that her 19 year old son has questioned his sexuality his entire life. Follow the journey of this young man, as he changes, and how mom takes advantage of it. This is the introductory chapter to this story. In order for the...
Note to readers: This story is in a similar vein to other works of mine, in that it involves performance of bodily functions. In case the subject matter is not to your taste then you may prefer not to read further. I am grateful to my wonderful friend and mentor, lesliejones, for encouraging me to publish the story on Literotica. All active participants ar...
Women always wonder why men cheat and have wandering eyes. Let me tell you in case you are so naive not to know why. My Wife Linda and I have been married for twenty-two years and she does not have a "libido" any more or so she says. We occasionally have our little mutual masturbation sessions or she will jerk me off once a month maybe. She thinks she is ol...
First time writing a story in English so I apologize my mistakes I might do in my writings. :-) ***** I'm man about 30 years old and living in Finland. I'm not a very tall or big guy in any way. I'm kind of a handsome guy with eyes that all women adore, although I do work out a lot and I'm quite tight. One thing I have to tell you about myself to get the s...
Laura Klein and Jessica Lewis marched Paul to the large building with a sign in front reading Jane House - Girls' Hostel. Next to the doorway stood an eight foot tall stone statue of a woman. The stone lady stood proudly, with her hands in her sides and her chin raised high. Next to the statue was a golden nameplate on a stone pillar with large bold letters...
(The author welcomes comment via the CONTACT tab on his profile.) My name is Bill. I'm just out of high school, and still living at home. I had decided to take a year off before I went to college. I was tired of studying, and being the best diver on our swimming team had been a lot of pressure. I hadn't had time for much dating, and I was looking forward t...
Ruby stuffed her arthritic hands deep into the folds of her warm Barbour jacket. Wind shivered through the bare tree limbs. With it came rain: icy horizontal rain that crept inside the snug shelter of her hood and pricked at her face. She gritted her dentures together and trudged on through the woods. Wet leaves, fallen on the ground, clung to her Wellington...
"I think the house could do with a bit of a clean today," you announce one Saturday afternoon. "So, since you enjoy all those historical fantasies so much, today you can play the part of a servant." You pull out a bag and tell me, "Take your uniform upstairs and change into it. You can't wear anything that isn't provided in this bag. I will have a few items...
************************************************* Copyright Oggbashan September 2016 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. ***********...
The door hardly closed behind me when Anja comes down the stairs. "You have an appointment today." "What appointment? There was nothing in my agenda." "It is a last minute thing, kind of." "What is it?" "I will not tell, you will see. Today is a Penance Day." I am annoyed; I had planned to fiddle around on my car as the children are not here today. The...