This story is inspired by Literotica author, patientlee's, "What the Hell Are You Looking At?" which in turn is inspired by the 1863 painting Le Déjeuner sur l'Herbe by Edouard Manet. It is a painting of two clothed "dandies" and a nude woman having a picnic lunch. In addition there is a woman wearing a chemise, bathing in the water behind the picnic. (It ma...
5th of April 1919 Journal Entry No. 7: It has been exactly one week since my team and I left camp, but it has been no more than 24 hours since we disbanded. An argument over a situation that occurred back at camp created a raucous which ended in gunfire. Our group of eight became divided; white men on one and natives on the other. We were the ones with t...
Lya checked her perimeters and cursed when the flashlight attachment underneath her pulse rifle flickered out. The sun was setting, the daytime visibility abysmal with the air chock full of plant spores. She noted with some amusement and gratefulness that with each step in the jungle battlefield's puddled ground, the water glowed with bioluminescence. Neon a...
Edith Graham, like many college freshmen, needed spending money and the easiest way to make money was to baby sit. She had been doing it since she was thirteen and knew the drill by heart. She put her name down to baby sit for professors who needed baby sitting services. One afternoon the coordinator called her and said she had a job for her that Saturday n...
November 1997 In college, I lusted after one guy for three years. His name was Jonathon. He was an arrogant bastard knowing he was God's answer to most girls' wet dreams. Naturally beautiful, his features would have almost been feminine if not for his broad jaw and constant stubble. A long tussle of light brown hair always swung down over dark brows and thi...
Dickin' Down The Designing Women Ch. 3 Charleene Stillfield sat at her desk, the crumpled piece of stationary in her fist now mashed up into the smallest ball her large hands could muster as she lustfully watched the proceedings. A small dribble of drool seeped out of her mouth, out onto her lower lip as she openly starred at her boss and longtime friend, J...
The Sodomite pilgrims couldn't be described as great conversational company. In fact, as they had all had their tongues removed, they weren't able to converse at all. The conversation they had with each other was conducted in sign language and mouthing, but this was enough for them to organise themselves pretty well. Despite their various mutilations, they w...
Although Sharon had no sexual desires for Sweetness, she felt great responsibility for the girl. After all, she was blind and even more helpless in this strange country than she was. What would happen to Sweetness if she abandoned her? How could the girl feed or fend for herself? So, she decided that for the purposes of convenience alone, and because it was...
Daddy usually calls me "baby girl". When he calls me from the other room it's, "Baby girl, bring daddy his drink." Or, "Baby girl, what are you doing in there?" Sometimes, it's, "Baby girl, it's time for bed." That is one of my favorites. Sometimes he calls me "little one". I love that name. When he calls me "little one" I know I'm in for a treat. It means...
CHAPTER 2: FEEDING The next day, Claire walked into the containment room pushing a cart full of some sort of equipment. "Good morning to you," she said cheerfully. "You'll pardon me if I don't get up," Gruthsorik grumbled from the bunk. "No, that's fine, in fact it would be helpful if you laid still for this," Claire said. She pushed the cart up to the ce...