Chapter 7 Bullets for Breakfast; Swords for Lunch "Sexual intercourse is kicking death in the ass while singing." - Charles Bukowski * We arrived at the end of our Pullman car and paused before exiting onto the enclosed platform that separated it from the passenger car that was next in line. I noticed that Mel had remained in the sleeping compartment but...
The forty foot yacht is cutting its way through the azure waters, women are sunning themselves on the deck, and I've got a mojito in my hand. Our captain looks like he can and is doing this in his sleep. Walter is rubbing lotion onto Keisha and Louisa while I finish Paulette and Peggy. Paulette got Donna first of all. Peggy has already oiled up me and I'll t...
© 2017 by Thrillerauthor I was so nervous it took me three tries to get my eyeliner straight! Was it like this for every girl before her first date? I still couldn't quite believe that I was going out to dinner with Dr. Richardson. Paul, I corrected myself. His telephone call late one afternoon came when I was in the middle of fixing dinner for my daughter...
Illustrations Provided by Mykso and Jonathan Chanutomo All Rights Reserved This is a rewrite of a story series I submitted last year. If you like the art, please let me know. Long ago when humans first spread through the galaxy, a planet was discovered at the edge that was considered habitable but too far from everything to really bother. Though people di...
I had a serious problem. I wasn't getting laid and my addiction to online porn was not only starting to take over my life, it was also triggering the hell out of me, causing endless sexual frustration, and a rising sense of desperation to find someone, hell anyone, to have sex with. Now I'm no prize catch. I've always been awkward and tongue tied around wom...
There was a gathering of people out in a tropical retreat. The island was basically deserted other than some various huts and the building that was reserved for them. It was a special retreat for people seeking to start a new life and abandon their old way of life. Everyone new looked to be vacationing, while the 'workers' had pretty sexy tattoos and body pa...
Copyright 2008 by madengineer3, All rights are reserved! This story is not to be copied or circulated except by madengineer3 or by means of the Literotica website, and under Literotica's rules. * I am known as Mr. Frankson by the people I work with, or more accurately who work for me. To friends I'm Jack. I've been out of college for fifteen years now. I h...
So I sat there, my wrists and ankles bound to the chair I was sitting in. My mouth forced open by the pink ball gag wrapped around my head. My cock, as pitiful as it looked at the moment, was locked in its cage covered by pink lace panties. The view in front of me was both humiliating and exhilarating at the same time. My wife of 4 years was on her back, her...
True to form, when Stainforth was revived in his new surroundings, he was as cocky as when he had passed out. Ruth was had partly manufactured this as it suited her. She would get great pleasure from breaking him. He was at first made to think that this was still some choreographed game. The women had also drugged him to maintain an air of non-anxiety within...
"Time to rise and shine sleepy head! We'll be late if we're not careful" mused Greta. It was Monday morning. Sam woke slowly, his eyes gradually adjusted to the cold winter morning sun, he glanced at the bedroom clock and immediately felt sick to his stomach. It was 8.30, in an hour he would be no longer with his beloved wife Greta. He started to reminisce...