Summer in New York is both nice and not nice. The not nice is easy: it's too hot and especially it's too humid. I sweat easily, and if I walk briskly on the sidewalks as is my wont, I become a river of sweat. Either I have to remind myself incessantly to walk slowly and stay in the shade, or I have to keep ducking into stores to enjoy their air conditioning...
(On July 14th ever year the French celebrate La Fête Nationale, a holiday that here in the United States we call Bastille Day. It is celebrated with parades, period costuming and fireworks. Large parties with decorative food--blue, white, and red--also music and dance play a prominent part of the celebrations. This story is themed to fit that ... in my own o...
Please remember this is a copyrighted work and all legal disclaimers apply. I hope that the story isn't affect by the grammar errors. I'm sure there are some errors and I do care. Thank you for your comments. ***** I was reviewing my Scotch purchase in Heathrow's Duty-Free zone prior to flying back to the States. Oban single malt whiskey here is less exp...
Introduction; I have many times in my career as an erotic writer shared fantasies with my fans through private e-mail letters. Never had I thought to actually publicize any of them, until now. My partner, who helped write this story, Theron, commented that he would like to write a story with me for public view on Literotica, and I could not pass up the oppo...
0. Einleitung Es war Sonntagabend und er war früh genug heimgekehrt, um noch ausschlafen zu können. Herbert Meyer öffnete die Tür zu seinem respektablen Apartment und entledigte sich vergnügt pfeifend seiner Jacke. Er betrachtete sich zufrieden im Spiegel. Er sah zwar die ersten deutlichen Anzeigen von ergrauenden Schläfen in seinen dunkelbraunen Haaren und...
I stomp my snow-covered boots twice on the welcome mat of the Hilton Garden Inn, and stride up to the front desk, hopeful that I'll be luckier at securing a room than I'd been at the last two places. Eying the throng of somber-looking people seated in the lobby, baggage at their feet, I did not have a good feeling. It had been a great hockey game, and the dr...
In this chapter, Beth continues to explore other aspects of submission she might have to do in the future. This chapter contains some carefully controlled disciplinary activities, such as clamps, figging, fist fucking in addition to oral and anal sex, lesbian sex, all leading to a public sexual exhibition and an orgy. My Journey of Discovery, Ch 9 - More E...
Jason wasn't sure what he was supposed to do. His Mistress was either asleep, or doing a very good impression of it. A huge part of him wanted to lie down with her. To pull her into his arms, and cling to her all day. Of course that couldn't happen. Ever. His heart twisted at that reminder. He turned to the fire. The tray of dirty dishes caught his eye. He...
The extra-marital sex club created by capecodmercury in his "Nighttime Confessions" fascinated me. His character Marge and her dilemma inspired me to try my first pure fiction effort, and from a female point of view to boot. My thanks to him and the invitation to create other endings. I have tried to remain true to his setting, and you must read or re-read h...
Julie, Steve, and Deana came down the grand staircase in the main playroom of The Club. They were on the way to the traditional Texas barbecue that always kicked off the three day annual Membership Meeting Weekend. They were dressed to thrill, but also to be able to quickly shed clothing. Julie wore what she called "Texas Whore Chic." Cutoffs much more scan...