Synopsis Steve and Lorna recall how they found each other through their mutual desire to have sex while tied up and gagged, their mutual love of wearing ballet clothing and ballet shoes, and their mutual fetish for white plimsolls and ankle socks, and how they realised that their desires and fetishes were the keys to deeper understanding of each other, and...
The story is the continuation from my previous story, The Sorority. If you have not read that, I recommend you do for continuity. --- Friday - December 12, 2025 -Chase Kramner- A body was found on the roof of an eight-story condominium complex by the cleaning crew about to work on the windows in the early morning hours. The body is positioned face down,...
A warm breeze blew in from the sea as Peter walked along the cobbled harbour causeway. The threadbare soles of his white yacht shoes did little to cushion the rough surface. He had walked over twenty miles since leaving the small pension where, for a few francs he had stayed the night. He reached into the pocket of his white trousers, which were already gru...
Transsexualsim can be loosely translated as the right gender in the wrong body. This is a science fiction version of such an experience. It is classified in the science fiction section because it is a science fiction story, but it might fit as well within the transsexualism section to warn persons who would not enjoy transsexual stories to avoid reading this...
REPUGNANT In the fleeting light of the sunset, Orane watches the figure of a man before her. He moves quickly, silently amongst the shadowy backdrop of the forest shrubs. When he reaches a large thicket of brush, he stops and crouches next to another man. Orane hunches over, slinking her way across the grass like a cat; coming up behind the pair, she takes...
This story is based in fact and fantasy, it is intended for adults only. This story cannot be reproduced in part or whole without permission from the author. The author may be contacted at the email at the end of the story. If you like the story, or have ideas of your own please email, I would love to hear from everyone, especially well hung black men who li...
In loving memory of Grace. Gone too soon, but not forgotten. ~~~~~~~ "That's terrible." "Yeah." Claire nodded, taking a sip of her whisky. She'd already downed three more before that, trying to forget that she was single again. Had been for the last week or so, when she'd packed her stuff and left, no clue where to find a place to stay at two in the night...
All rights reserved. No part of this novella may be reproduced without written permission of the author, except in the case of brief quotations with credit to M.J. Roberts. Copyright © M.J. Roberts 2015. ALL CHARACTERS ARE OVER 18 YEARS OLD. This story won first place in Literotica's 2015 Summer Lovin' contest. If you like it, please make sure to give it...
Chris I judged that it was about ten o'clock with the sun already climbing high into the cloudless sky. It was hot and I was perspiring freely and had been since we left the town just after eight that morning. My shirt was sticking to my back and I paused to wipe my forehead with the bandanna from my neck. I glanced at my watch to check the time and moved...
Author's note: I feel rather proud of myself for managing to keep this story under the traditional forty-thousand-word lower limit for a novel -- if only by a little. As always, I've taken the time to lay the groundwork for the characters and story, and I hope you'll find the payoff worth it. MB "Good morning, Montana!" the obnoxious Johnny Temple bellows...