This story might have been true; it might have been imagined. I can't remember any more. I needed to write it, and there may yet be more to come. "But to truly surrender, unconditionally and totally, to the desires of another? How could you do that? What about the trust...' Her voice trailed off into a murmur, her eyes lifted to her friend sitting opposite...
I, Rebecca Thorpe, looked hungrily at his erect cock struggling to break free of the material concealing it. Many thoughts were running through my mind at this point, if I gave him the best blow job ever, would he finally fuck me?! And I decided I was going to use all the tricks I knew. So I pushed him onto the bed, and he looked at me begging me to suck him...
Damn, it was hot. I thought I was going to roast to death in the passenger car of that train; traveling to Missouri in the summer seemed like a good idea when I was desperate for any work, but now I was reconsidering my journey from eastern Pennsylvania. The open windows brought a blistering hot breeze along with enough cinders to choke me. Getting off at th...
A slight breeze blew through the garden, rustling the leaves in the trees and bending the stems of the tall flowers. A lamb lying down by the side of a small pond twitched its nostrils, but soon relaxed. This was about as rough as the weather ever got. The lamb returned to the flowers it was nibbling, unperturbed by the nearby presence of a lion on the other...
"Are you sure she's okay?" the tall blonde asked, his worry displayed in his bright blue eyes. "Nick, she's supposed to be unconscious still. If she'd been awake, none of this would have worked." a tall muscular man with long black hair replied. The third man, shorter with closely cropped dark hair and sleek, tattooed arms, glanced over at the girl bound t...
It was a crisp autumn morning as I sped along the freeway to Brigit's house. My stomach was doing somersaults and I felt like a teenager on his first date. But this wasn't a first date, it was an explicit invitation to Brigit's house for an afternoon of sensual delights. What Brigit had planned was a mystery. I played over in my head the conversation that w...
It had been a busy night. I looked at my watch – 10.35 p.m. I decided to pick up one more fare from the Savoy Grill, then call it a night. The wife and kids were down at the coast for the weekend – I'd be home by midnight, and I'd have a stiff whisky and watch the rerun of the Ladies Singles Final before turning in …… The commissionaire beckoned as the cab...
/* */ The Empress' New underClothes © Literocat 2013 Fresh out of the shower, I laid my damp towel on our bed and sat on it. With my semi rigid dick automatically in my hand, I watched my sexy Sue pick out her three bits of clothes to wear tonight. She stood at the edge of our bed wearing just a bright yellow towel wrapped loosely around her. It covered th...
Chaos reigned in every direction. Elementary school children of all ages surged up and down the halls, shouting to one another and to their parents, "Hi Scotty!" "C'mon Mom, hurry up!" "Here's my room, let's go in!" Harried parents, filled with a mixture of excitement and sensory overload, did their best to pretend they were in control of their kids. An...
Qualities one looks for in a husband, now that's easy to define, Maryam Marid thought to herself, smiling. Looking at her lover, Paul Saint-Germain, she ran her hand through his short, kinky hair. All I need is you babe, Maryam said contentedly. Taking her small, delicate hand in his, Paul brought it to his lips. You are my world Miss Yemen, he grinned, appr...