*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Disclaimers: Yes, I need an editor. No, I do not want an editor. If that bothers you, stop reading now. Yes, there's too many people to keep track of, yes it jumps around too much, yes, it's too long, yes, it's too short, yes it's in the wrong category, y...
Traipsing down her staircase dressed to kill Stacy Puma rounded her garage home. Wearing overly tight white jeans and a brilliant turquoise colored off the shoulder top that had an America Indian style pattern of various ornate colors. Each tiny triangle or bead was a different color. Made of silk it clung to her chest like it was glued on. Her nipples viol...
Three Months Later... Kimani's leg shook as she stared at the clock. 12:15pm. She sighed as she realized only fifteen minutes had passed and she still had an hour and forty-five minutes to sit and pretend Harrison wasn't sitting directly beside her and Dr. Rosenburgh wasn't watching her every movement. Why had she even agreed to this? She asked herself. S...
For the next three days, Sasha sat in her room without any word from Jay. She'd not been summonsed once. She left her room to eat, but when she got down to the kitchen to find her special meal waiting for her, Greg and Jay's were already missing. Each day she went to the salon, and each day was the same. She'd wait in her room, television, books and movie...
Rainy Thursdays were not busy days at the mall. The cavernous corridors frightened Eve. She clutched Tim's arm so hard his fingers tingled. Despite her anxiety, the glitz of materialism proved irresistible. She dragged him from one window display to the next, to gawk and point. Tim wasn't sure how much of his explanations she understood, but he kept up a c...
Author's note. A warning to all readers, everything that follows is of course pure fantasy, it is not my, or my partner's life style; neither are we promoting it as normal practice. As a new contributor to Literotica I naively allowed public comment to be enabled, thinking that I would receive at least constructive criticism, sadly this was not the case. To...
This story picks up at the end of "Six Floors Down". I lied in bed thinking about my morning with my bikini girl. I knew it was real, but it just seemed too much like a fleeting memory. Almost like a ghost had swept in and, well, taken mind-blowingly good care of my penis. But, there was the promise of another round to sustain me. If she was serious about...
My heart thudded ominously when I read the subject line of the email: "Re: Misuse of company internet. EVERYONE READ!" Shit, I thought to myself. This isn't the way I want my Monday to start, with an anxiety attack. Perhaps this just a bizarre coincidence, I tried to reassure myself. I attempted to muster the courage to read the content of the email. Did...
I can't say that I hate my job, but the truth is that there are lots of other things I would rather do. The damn conveyor belt never stops, one package after another, nothing fits anything anywhere. Sure, they have those little flat rate boxes that were supposed to help make it easy to pack the damn trucks, but it is amazing how someone can manage to stuff...
This is a story that's about 90% true. Names were changed, and some other little things. Please forgive any mistakes you'll find. I think the last story I wrote was a book report in grade school. So this is my first story here. Be gentle please, but feedback, voting, or email is fine. I will write other stories about the past if I get enough good feedback. H...