Disclaimers: First, each and every person in this story is only real in my own mind. Second, any person in this story who might be sexually active is over 18. Third, this story could fit into more than one category, you decide if I have it right. *** My name is Connie Gordon, a 47 year old divorcee, who at the age of 34, decided to enter law school. My kid...
Dearest readers: A while ago I read a fun group sex story by Literotica writer Imstillfun called "Watching the Pool Party" and I liked it so much it inspired me to write the following tale. If you like what you read here, maybe give it a try. "Are you coming home this weekend?" asked my mom, skipping right over the usual questions about my health and grade...
We met in front of a downtown club. It was a place I hadn't heard of before - Club Serpentine Rouge or as Mackenzie called it, The Red Serpent. It was a mixed gay and straight dance spot, but it had a lesbian section called, Club Sappho, which was our destination, that had an intimate dance floor that played an eclectic mix of Eurobeat electo music. I'd dres...
Thank you all for your kind responses to my previous chapters, and sorry to those who have been waiting for Chapter 9. I have had a couple of minor setbacks recently including some light surgery and a terminal laptop failure, but I am catching up. This is a stand-alone Chapter which is more about me as a person. Normal writing is being resumed and I aim to h...
After Chris' successful debut as a Gay For Pay model, he rapidly developed a fan base. Mostly women, but of course, some guys too. Lots of letters forwarded to Chris from Natalie's studio. Tons of emails. Girls started following him on Snapchat and Instagram. A lot of requests for specially posed pictures of him sucking cock or jacking off or both. Chris lov...
Part Eight – Bride Slut Jenny – Jenny Hosts A Party Jenny came home from work the other day announcing that she had suggested to her boss that she host a party as a work social function. Her boss thought it was a good idea. I did too. I asked when it was going to be. She said that it was to be the Friday of the following week, ten days away. I hoped that I...
My name is slave. Of course, that's not my real name, but for the story I plan to tell, it will do. For the record, I'm a bisexual submissive male. There are few who know this fact. Common enough story there, I suppose. Truth is, my family and friends could never accept my lifestyle, so that part of myself stays safely locked away. But behind closed doors....
She was gorgeous, seemingly even more soft and flawless than the first time he had seen her. At least, gorgeous if you had a thing for pregnant gals, the way Brad did. Her floral pattern dress was far too short for her over 6-foot, statuesque frame, capped by her fertile womb, swollen with a pumpkin-sized payload of femininity. It was just as well that she w...
I awoke to the doorbell ringing. Stumbling through my apartment I tried to remember if anyone was supposed to visit me that day, but when I got to the porch I saw a total stranger standing there. She looked at first like a miniature Mikaela. As I studied her through the harsh light I became aware of the differences between them. This girl's style was what yo...
I'm writing this for the sake of the Order, so that should a threat like the one depicted emerge again, we may have some means of recognizing and defeating it. This account is factual to the extent possible, with sensitive information changed or omitted insofar as doing so would not alter the overall meaning. I appear as a character below, so further data ab...