"I need you now," is all I had to say on the phone. See, I got home about five minutes earlier. I set -- no I hurled -- my backpack full of research methods books and articles into the corner so hard that if it hadn't been exposed brick, it might have punctured the drywall. "Puncture the wall, hell!" I laughed at myself. "Fucking puncture ME!" I was so ti...
The phone rings and Nick answers it. "Hello." "Hi Nick, its Mike." "What in the world are you doing in town?" Says Nick. "Well, I'm not really in town. I'm at the airport. I was on my way home from business in California. I was supposed to have a one-hour layover here in Denver, but they have had some kind of mechanical problem with the plane, and ther...
Long, long ago, in a land far, far away, there lived a plain young (ish) girl who worked in her father's Inn at the sign of the "Emperor's Arse". Sign writing in those days, in that town, was carried out by a fellow whose name was Vincent Von Go, who, in his youth, had fallen in love with a pair of twins, both of whom broke his heart. In a futile but histo...
(c) GratefulFred Part 1 Working for the FDA wasn't the ideal job I set out to do, but it was a job like any job - it paid the bills. I was assigned to the poultry division and further categorized in the fried foods department. Seemed kind of boring considering that, off the record, we really couldn't go accuse any of those big chains of any wrongdoing and...
"Fucking webslinger, get your crotch outa my face or I'll tear it apart!" Komodo was baring his fangs at Spinner. Spinner was, as always, hanging down from a beam, his crotch directly in front of Komodo's nose. And he had a boner. Nice. Leaning against the bar, I watched the action. "Come on, big boy, we all know you want this bone," Spinner taunted, swing...
Copyright 2010 Suite21men In cruising through the stories on Literotica, I come across compelling arguments for voting and leaving comments. One author's essay on this subject had 45 comments with the readers explaining why they don't comment. I was going to comment also but I ended up with too many words. (3538 to be exact.) Hence, this essay. (After readi...
Authors Note: Although this is generally about straight sex, there is a foray into some male bi stuff. "Well you could always come back to my place and fuck my wife" he said as we sat in a strippers bar just off Deangate in Manchester. "Really?" I said probably nowhere near as surprised as I would have been had I been completely sober. I was visiting...
What makes someone dominant and what makes someone submissive? That's what I'm exploring in this here story. The name is Natasha Tremblay, and I'm a young biracial woman living in the City of Toronto, province of Ontario. I was born in the City of Montreal, Quebec, to a French Canadian father and Haitian immigrant mother. My parents, Neil Tremblay and Jeanni...
Marzia Price wasn't a vain woman by any means, but every time she walked by a mirror, she couldn't help look at her reflection. She loved the reflection that stared back at her, a curvy, large-breasted, tanned ash-blonde who could turn heads whenever she walked into a room. Her lips were soft, pouty and kissable. Her ass had a provocative sway when she walke...
It started off innocently enough. My wife and I had visited friends for brunch. However the engagement turned out to be much longer than either of us had expected. The casual conversation ended up turning to business and almost instantly both my wife and I became board and distant. I know my friends noticed that I was clockwatching- but I really couldn’t h...