This is a true story of what happened to me quite a few years ago, maybe 15 but still lives long in the memory. Everyone on here has a different fetish or fetish list...some more extreme than others am sure. I have an interest in watersports and more amongst other things and one evening after work I got to explore a bit of that side. I was 29 and at work...
"He's wired up, Tony!" "Fuck, Mike. Do you mean what I think you mean? This is a friend we're talking about here, you better be real sure!" Tony looked at the other man, an expression of disgust on his face. He disliked cops on general principal and a crooked cop was even worse, but detective Mike Green was useful. He had a habit. He gambled on anything: t...
All content copyright 2012 Ted Szabo This is part 8 of a longer work, "Brick House." The two chapters included here—9 and 10-- have minimal erotic content. They are provided for the convenience of readers interested in the larger story. * "Your turn." John, one of my next-door neighbors, completed his move quickly, pushing a pile of cardboard chits toward...
My name is Ethan. The following events are entirely fictional. ***** Tuesday I was leaving work on this Tuesday when my ringing cell phone stopped me outside the PC service shop where I worked, in a suburb of Portland, Oregon. I looked at the caller ID readout. Tasha. Something like nine months ago, I had spent three or four days with one of the empl...
Everyone in the Collegiate Grill, a favorite campus watering hole, could see that Forest and Dawn were very much in love. When they danced a slow dance, and they never missed one, their bodies fit like clothing. She would rest her head on his shoulder and do something with his ear, either whispering or nibbling. He always had his hands firmly ensconced on he...
**The following is a messy fetish story. It contains mud, muck unwashed-ness and general grossness. So if that's not your thing skip it. If it is, keep going** * Savannah sighed as she got into the airport. It was deep in South America. She was looking to find some jungle ruins, explore go into the wilderness, all on her lonesome. However as she waited lon...
I logged off my computer, and I sat there for a few minutes as if in a daze. My breathing was still shallow and rapid, my pussy still wet and begging to be fucked, and all I could do was think about you. We have been online friends for 4 years now. Though we have never met, and I don’t even know your “real” name, you still make me cum earth shattering orgas...
It's nice to be writing for lit again. I've had a few years away and decided to start with a new profile. It you're interested in my earlier writing I might drop in a few hints, further into this series which will make it more helpful to figure it out, but it's fun to have a little mystery :) I began this as a train of thought, and I ignored it for a long ti...
At closing time, you take what you can get or you go home alone. Tonight, he was lucky. The drunken girl who said yes when he asked, 'wanna go home and screw,' was kind of cute. Not the prettiest thing he'd seen all night. Maybe a little chunky, maybe a little plain, but she had a nice enough face and body and she was willing to fuck a stranger. They waste...
Mikey Franchetti felt like had just won the lottery, dodged a bullet, and been struck by lightning all in the same day. He was sitting in the back of a brand new Cadillac Coupe, series 62, riding through the Los Angeles night towards the Sunset Strip. The suit he was wearing felt just like a second skin, which shouldn't be surprising - it was brand new and t...