A jangle of keys, then the slight suction of the door opening, as the weatherstripping let the doorframe go with a rubbery smack. Doreen pushed the door wide with the shopping bag and set her purse down on the foyer table under the mirror, nudging the dried flowers slightly. Then the bag was set down with a thump on the floor. The house was silent, not just...
This story is a story of domination and retribution, and includes both vaginal and anal sex. There is no loving in this story. There are also no second chances. Matt stood before me in our kitchen. I knew he had somehow found out about my fucking with the owner of the beauty shop I frequented. He wasn't loud or violent. I started to get up out of my chair a...
As with most who have email accounts I am plagued by unsolicited emails. The majority of them are SPAM and are sent directly to the trash folder by my email filtering program. Being ever so diligent I occasionally, as recommended by my Internet Service Provider, look through the emails in my trash folder to make sure nothing of importance was accidentally id...
40. Taking Out the Trash They were only a dozen steps outside of the office, so they went back inside where Henry and the girls were still in the meeting room. They were doing just what Mark was going to do, looking up New York City's trash situation! Internet search results revealed that DSNY's budget was over $2 billion per year to manage over 14 millio...
To all the readers, please be kind, This is my first written story admission to Literotica : ) There are so many amazing writers sharing their stories on here. I'm just a piece of stardust, amongst all these stars : ) I hope you will enjoy ...Thank you. Niki - DKmermaid * Saturday afternoon, I arrived in the village of Marielyst, Denmark. I had driven fr...
It was the green fire of the homeless woman's eyes; dazzling in the September morning sunlight, that kept Victria's attention. Otherwise, the woman, somewhere in her early to mid twenties, was remarkable only in that she happened to be picking through a curb side trash receptacle; wearing a thread bare Cowboys sweat shirt, dingy gray jeans with a plastic sho...
All characters are fictional, except me, everyone in the story is over 21. My stories will involve, male/male sex, cross-dressing, and bad language, so if this offends you please don't bother reading. * It's been a week since that nameless Mexican fucker used and abused my asshole. What? He's not going to hit me up? Am I not good enough for him?! These th...
Damn it's hot out here. I hate summer. I would of course live where it never rains or snows. Sun everyday, day in day out. You know it's really hot when you step outside and it's so bad it pisses you off. A car drives by, windows down with their music blaring. Thanks jerk-wad for sharing. Damn, what am I doing out here? Clearing my head... I really hate th...
Fred's clothing was on the coffee table when he awoke about dawn. Anita's bedroom door was closed. He dressed quickly and headed out, not bothering to do more than relieve himself and take a navy shower. He saw a note taped to the front door when he left. It was a phone number. He got a lot of ribbing at work about hooking up with Anita and his unshaven sta...
Thanks very much, as always, to Techsan for his quick and accurate editing and to Lady Cibelle for her feedback. Thanks for reading, please vote. Please note that this is an idle fantasy and I'm sure that lawyers could rip it apart and shred it. Please suspend your lawyerly instincts for a while and just accept this for what it is… a story. * SOMEB...