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Goughster Explains: 'WASPs & Signs'

by Wank_Gough on Jul 15, 2020
Humor & Satire

A lot of fuckers these days put a lot of store in words, books, anything where a bunch of letters are shoved together and think it's pretty darn profound. "Oh, Hi Wank, we've missed your eloquence, charm and wonderful insights!" No problem, little fella; it's what I'm here for. Now shut up and pay attention. Thing is, whilst these people with bookcases ar...

A:EHH Ch. 03

by fafhrd09 on Sep 18, 2017
Celebrities & Fan Fiction

(A:EHH - Avengers: Earth's Horniest Heroes) Ant-Man paused at the doorway to the room in the Avengers Mansion which had been appropriated by the Wasp. "Well, I guess this is goodnight. Sleep well, Jan," he said, turning to leave. "Not so fast, mister!" quipped the Wasp. "Get in here!" Suiting actions to words, the Wasp grabbed a hold of Ant-Man's arm and...

Wasp Sting

by starova on Sep 13, 2017
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

I was riding my push-bike around a usual circuit I had found some months earlier and had been using to keep my cardiac fitness to an effective level and was enjoying different sections of it as I became more familiar with the hills, rises, berms, which are sharp bends with a sloping surface and I had even found a few jumps to launch myself into. There was o...

Heroes and Villains: Ray

by TricksterHyena on Apr 1, 2020
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

Ray sighs, listening to his hero radio for any news on a villain attack. His eyes drift to his body, he is a small man, soft with no visible muscle. His power was the ability to control weather. Although he never wanted to be a hero, his parents had pressured him into it. "There are reports of a massive wasp attacking the bank." The radio screeches. Ray qui...

Cock, The Roach

by cowboy109 on Sep 17, 2017
Non-Erotic

Chapter 1 – New Beginnings "Good morning! Hey Randalf, where you dreaming about naked women again?" "Wow, Sandra! Why are you walking around like that?" "Like what? You're my big brother!" "Whatever! I'm still a guy. Just put some clothes on already!" "Get over it! All I'm trying to do is cheer up my sad, lonely, celibate big brother. Don't you feel luc...

Jack and the Bullet Ant

by alan9 on Sep 17, 2017
BDSM

Hello, Literotica Reader: Normally I am one to prefer imagining the sensations delivered at the hands of a gentle, erotic, teasing woman or man. It also excites me to imagine being restrained, open and vulnerable. But rally just vulnerable to sweet pleasure...not pain. Recently, I had the misfortune of sticking my hand under a part of a gate and startled a...

Neighbor

by SeriousFunGuy on Jan 22, 2020
Erotic Couplings

Neighbor's daughter got me in bed. Today was a most memorable day in my sex life... I'm 58 and happily married even though my wife has no interest in sex, since going through "the change", I love her dearly but I need sex... My next door neighbor's daughter who recently graduated from college is now living back at home, working evenings and some days at a...

Mud Dauber Wasps

by MungoParkIII on Sep 17, 2017
Loving Wives

Kathleen stepped up to the podium and looked out over the nearly empty auditorium. She was not surprised at the small turnout, she wasn't speaking at UCLA or Cal, this was a small community style college. Of course when she spoke at the bigger schools, the audience was not that much larger, usually several faculty members and a handful of biology students. S...

Wasp Sting Ch. 02

by starova on Sep 16, 2017
NonHuman

I knew the effect of touching the swelling caused by the mysterious wasp sting had aroused Dr Gordon so intensely that she began to behave completely out of character. After visiting Doctor Emily Gordon for a consultation, then seducing her in the consulting room while her husband was waiting for her to finish work, I thought of Sister Veronica, the most upt...

Obstinate Stain

by Unsung Muse on Sep 14, 2017
Erotic Couplings

Laura ate pie by the roadside. The flimsy paper plate – balanced precariously between blueberry-smudged knees – threatened to close in on itself, as much from the heat as from weight and wetness. Damp strands of hair clung to her neck, forehead and face. A rebellious few came unglued and mingled with the pie as she chewed. She made no move to dismiss them,...