A week or two had gone by, and still no one had found Jeta's mother. Cyrus hadn't bothered to look for her, he got what he wanted. Jeta had learned to wake him up in the mornings, and that was usually one of the best parts of his day. Cyrus groaned loudly as he felt the warm wet tongue lapping at his testicles. "Oh..." He moaned as she took the head of it i...
The Ultimate Punishment Alone again in a bathroom; chained to a toilet bowl. At least this time Claudia had ample shit at her disposal. Almost the entirety of her load lay on the floor, as did the overflow from Shitface's diarrhea; which was in itself substantial. This time she wanted to savor the moment and avoid being left with nothing to do again. Let's...
For those of you who have never been to Boston, Newbury Street is seven blocks of expensive shops and boutiques. It is our version of Rodeo Drive. It is amazing the lengths that celebrities will do to go out in public without their bodyguards and security people. Yeah, Boston is relatively safe, but you are a celebrity and there are a lot of whackos out th...
Erotica 10 – Love Found It has been a long day. Deborah, although longing, has never been much for the world of romance. Her calendar never leaves her much time for building seriously a relationship that could support that kind of thing. She was always more pragmatic, trying to figure out how to survive or, when surviving wasn't an issue, and college offere...
I like wearing form-fitting clothing when I'm in my Back Bay condo. It makes me feel sexy and powerful and so after awakening I put on an opaque body suit from Wolford. It cradles each and every curve of my body. Some nameless jerkoff loser bought it for me last month. I spend most of the morning reclining in bed, reading the new Jami Attenberg novel, whil...
Warning: Most of my stories have a scat content, but this story is almost entirely on a scat theme. It also contains explicit gay sex scenes. Despite the fact that my girlfriend, Emma, was away for the week in Paris, I was nonetheless getting no end of dirty, sweaty sex. Emma's college friend (and sometime lesbian lover) Claire was staying with us while she...
It was 1:45am and we still had a solid crowd for a Tuesday night. There were about 10 or so people up at the bar a few outside smoking cigarettes. Usually the wait staff was long gone by this point, having transferred any remaining tables to the bar's tab, and tonight seemed to be no exception. I hadn't seen any other staff members for a bit. I worked at a...
Disclaimer: I own none of these people. The words are my own. Characters: Ryan Ross, William Beckett, Gabe Saporta, Pete Wentz, a few other Fueled By Ramen band members. After Supper. There were three of them in the room. Four if you counted Gabe, but no one was. Not even his boyfriend and mother, clutching both his hands. Doctors and nurses would flu...
Depression is Some stories on Literotica are hard to read. They may hit too close to home, or describe cruel or violent events, or contain so many errors that the reader is distracted from the narrative flow; No matter the cause, the reader is no longer willing to suspend disbelief (cf. Coleridge, Samuel Taylor). The story fails because the reader is no lon...
What a week! It seemed like I had no time to spare for days. Work was crazy. Well, ok, home was peaceful and quiet. Too peaceful and quiet lately. Friday right before quitting time, my friend Kara called me. "Hey, Cathie, come to Harry's with us. It's been forever since you've been out with the gang." "Oh, I don't know, Kara, I'm not much in the mood for...