Chapter 7: A Most Perceptive Young Lady Reviewing her options together, she elected to drop that 101 class and enroll late into another, and at the 201 level, eliciting from me first a promise that I would help her keep up with the readings and background. To my several arduous duties I added one more, without giving it a second thought. Such times with her...
Debbie had 3 major flaws. If you could call them flaws. She preferred to call them assets 1) She had a 38-24-36 body that she loved and knew that men loved it as well. Especially as she never wore a bra 2) She was an exhibitionist and a tease. She loved showing her body off as much and as often as possible without making it totally obvious. 3) She was hig...
Mrs Smith looked up as Roxy entered and said, "It's about time you showed up." "Then if I'm not welcome I'll go." The tutor shuffled papers and muttered, "And how would that rebellious comment look on my report?" "Oh so you spy for your masters?" "I've heard you referred to as a hot little bitch. Silly me I thought that referred to your acting ability."...
Author's note and acknowledgements This story has sat on my hard drive for four years now. I wrote it, all twenty chapters and 95,000 words of it in eight days of a frenzied, near trance-like state, sitting on my couch with my wife's laptop. She would occasionally have to remind me to eat. When the dust settled, and I looked up, I realized a couple of...
There was an old drunkard who occasionally appeared in town. Once a week this old fellow would sell jungle produce in the market. He would then buy cheap liquor and drank straight from the bottle. By the time he got to the third bottle, the scenario changed. He would sing and sometimes gave meaningless speeches. There were times he acted aggressively too. He...
Here is a story I wrote for a sub. I wrote it from her perspective. This will be you! My Slut, but not 'a' slut. I walk obediently into the room. All I can see is a light in the center. In the light a blindfold lays on the floor. I can't see anything outside the light. "Put it on!" I am told, and I must do as I am told. I stand there in the flimsy top I wa...
When I got married, I had spent four years with my partner, but we had not once had a truly honest conversation about our sexual fantasies. We’d try, but then get embarassed or would tell only part of what we were thinking out of fear of judgement. To be honest, I’m not even sure we knew enough about our own fantasies to express them to each other, much le...
Swingerjoe recently wrote an alternate ending to One, Fifty or One Hundred. And it probably upset me as much as the original story upset swingerjoe if the speed at which he put out another story is any indication. I have, on occasion written an alternative, but now I am writing an alternative to an alternative. Something to fill in the blanks. Why? Well,...
And then it began in earnest. Naked, with an erection like I was a 19 year old, kneeling before my toilet like an intoxicated throne worshiper, my face hovering about an enormous shit log of my own as it bends about in the cold toilet water, touching both sides—already its brown, smearing the white porcelain, and its smell, filling the bathroom with an other...
Introduction This is the opening chapter of my first effort for Literotica and, as you read it, you'll probably wonder why I've posted it in this section. After all there is no wife -- loving or otherwise -- to be found here and, to be honest, no graphic sex scene either. I hope that you'll find it intriguing enough to be worth reading however -- and I prom...