AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is NOT an erotic story. *** Catriona Hamsun blinks and screws her eyes tight. Chrissake. It's morning, maybe even afternoon, and the sun is shining through a broken pane of glass up there in the roof - right into her eyes, a Gestapo desk-lamp. She should feel good about this. Isn't sunlight supposed to cheer you up? Catriona is fairly...
Sarah was seated at the dining room table between her brother and cousin, shoulders slumped, napkin folded in her lap. She was nursing a grade-A hangover and trying her best not to spoil Thanksgiving dinner. "Shall we say Grace?" her grandfather asked from the head of the table. No one said anything. The first person to agree would get the honors. Sarah...
She'd grabbed the flowers I'd brought, given me a deep tongue kiss and pulled me with her to the elevator. We were driving to meet a couple of her friends for dinner and she leaned over and whispered, "Let's come back to my apartment afterwards. I'm going to sit on your face." Hmmm. That was different. She was making the usual small talk but I couldn't rea...
The night was peculiar, the moon gibbous, and yet there was a sense of adventure in the air. A heavy stench that betrayed the frantic ferocious love making that hung proud and a smidgen of blushing shame... at least for my part. I stared out of my window, casting thoughts of what had just transpired, trying to make sense of the wetness between my legs that I...
My name is Rhodes Jean Atkinson. Who am I? Just a six-foot-tall, good-looking and muscular young Black man of Haitian heritage from Massachusetts who recently moved to Virginia to attend college. It's an event which changed my life forever. I come from a very distinct lineage of black men and black women gifted with supernatural powers. All of us come from t...
He twisted and turned on the bed, feeling himself gradually coming to. The bed was soft and comfortable, and the linen smelled better than what he was used to. He realised where he was. Last night came back to him, and he thought about what had happened. Simultaneously, his hand reached down to adjust himself and he realised he was wearing something there. R...
Before starting, let me explain a few thoughts. The experiences that I am sharing are real. At times I will change the names of people where it might expose who they are, but other than that, they are true. My sister is a sissy CD, her name is julie (Pretty_Sissy_Julie). It was her idea that I join Lit and she encouraged me to start writing. For that reason,...
Kitten woke as she usually did, as the sun from the high window touched her face. She yawned and stretched then got up and waited by her cell door. She'd been laying, as she usually did on an old, once thick but much worn blanket on the hard concrete floor. She didn't notice the discomfort anymore. She didn't know it but it was her twentieth birthday and the...
Orders for the second day were to show up at his work at five, dressed up like a model again. It was hot for an autumn day when I stepped off the bus, as I had a couple weeks earlier. I walked through the parking lot wearing three inch heels and a tight, form-fitting dress. This one was navy blue with white trim, and exposed my arms, cleavage, and legs below...
Here is a recent correspondence I had with a young lady who had read my stories and wanted to humiliate herself by telling me some of the most shameful and embarrassing things about her own private parts: Hey!! I'm a young Indian girl and I would like to share my dirty details with you. You turn me on. I love your stories and loved the idea of being one of...