My name is Harrold Bishop. I'm about to tell you a story that not even I would believe if it was told to me. I'm putting pen to paper under duress, possibility a threat. There are five other people who do believe this story and they've dared me to tell it in a way that's believable. They've made all sorts of enticing, imaginative and desirable promises if I...
Lucky me. Mila's last client cancelled. "Hello, Sam. I am Mila. I'll be your sex therapist today," she says and leans toward me, genuine regard oozing out of her deep chocolate eyes. Her look takes on a strange shift, and so does her normally therapeutic tone. "So it's settled, then? No more question about this, right? I want you to come in my mouth and I...
Author’s note-I can honestly say I’m pissed Stacie’s fate was what it was. She was the sweetest girl ever. This story is literally the saddest story I ever wrote for Literotica. And I didn’t want Devon to make the Black Person Dies First thing a reality for this story, but that’s how it went. Everyone else had more importance to the plot than Devon did. He...
In many ways, Patricia was your typical Connecticut housewife. Two kids, two dogs, and a husband who was addicted to both golf and porn. At 51, Patricia had definitely hit something of a rut in life. And this fact was true more in the bedroom than anywhere else. Truth be told, she and her husband barely touched one another these days. And this sad fact ha...
Erin was thirty-five, and so was I. We'd lived in the same dormitory in college; her room was a few doors down from mine. She was the "hippie chick" ... long frizzy hair the color of honey, always smelling faintly of incense and pot, with a free and easy attitude toward the things that most of my other dorm-mates took far too seriously - things like studies,...
Session 1 There are times when restraint is helpful and necessary. And then, there are the infrequent times when wadding up that giant ball of self-control and tossing it out of the window is the one thing that might allow us to make it through the next twenty or thirty years with some measure of sanity. This story is about one of those times. Which one, yo...
All characters engaging in sexual relationships or activities are 18 years old or older. (c)Andyhm 2015 ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This is the second part of a three-part story. I placed the first part of story in the loving wives category, although it could just as easily be in Romance or Erotic novels. I thought long and hard (no pun intended) and finally...
Dear Diary... Going to see a therapist isn't one of the things I could ever see myself doing a few years ago and yet here I am sitting in the waiting room waiting for my third appointed time to speak with Dr Karen on a few of my overwhelming addictions. My addictions have gotten so bad recently that I have almost acted upon them with total strangers, and n...
Despite being one herself Britta Perry didn't really get women. Ok, so she got the basics, but there were some things which would always be a mystery to her. Top of that list was going to the bathroom together, because while it provided a moment away from men if there was one place she didn't want to talk it was there. Hell, she'd rather avoid even making ey...
Todd was getting used to his new master. Master Mark wasn't like anyone he had known before. Master Mark cared for Todd, it seemed, and wanted Todd to get pleasure. To get help. He knew he couldn't tell his therapist everything, but she was proud with what he did confess. That he was in a possible new relationship. The night terrors he used to have was dimmi...