Wir sind Jenny, 19 und Mike,20. Seit ich 16 bin sind wir ein paar. Aufgewachsen in einem kleinen Dorf in Brandenburg, sind wir zur Ausbildung nach NRW gegangen. Trotz Jobangebot hat es uns wieder in den Osten gezogen, so dass wir nördlich von Berlin nun leben und in Berlin arbeiten. Seit drei Monaten sind wir nun verheiratet und wollen quasi als Flitterwoche...
©COPYRIGHT 2011 BY KINGKEYWRITER Initially, I thought Catherine Roman invited my wife Nicole and me to her reception to show her appreciation for the millions we'd deposited in the Fairfax, Virginia, branches of her New York-based bank. I grudgingly realized, however, she wanted all of our assets in her institution. My cynical impulses sliced through th...
Yesterday. About 20 years from now in a future you probably won't remember as well as I do. The world has become more of a Gothic Punk world filled with people driven by their own greedy sexual agendas and less observant to the world around them. The midnight blue Lamborghini Diablo I am driving races eastward from an underground genetic research facility k...
A brief overview and explanation: Firstly this series of short stories contains scenes of a sexually charged nature, including humiliation, degradation, defeminization and various other acts along those lines, please read no further if those may offend you. * Premise: Have you ever noticed that the most beautiful women are often seen alone. Some are so a...
(For the story to this time, please read Leni's Ordeal: Berlin 1945) ***** The small farm bordered the river not far from Havelsee. Helmut kept his barge tied to a small wharf there, living off the trade in potatoes and cabbage between the Havel and starvation stricken, Russian occupied Berlin, 100 kilometers to the east. World War 2 had ended only a few d...
On the Descent of the Catholic Church into Corruption, Degradation, and Sin: A Cautionary Tale Fraulein Susanne von Rauschenberg was admitted as a novice to the Abbey of Saint Hildegard in the southeast corner of the duchy of Brandenburg in October of 1523. She had told her father that she had been called to the monastic life by God himself. The honorable H...
I was glad that Jessie dragged me out of there. No sooner than we'd left the classroom that I started sobbing and we held onto each other, crying for several minutes. It was a very emotional moment and I wiped my face, tugging on Jessie's arm. "Come on. Let's get out of here." We were halfway down the hallway when Peter's voice stopped us, calling my name....
COMEDIC PATHOLOGIES OF THE VAGINOSI ARTS Salute: No one could take my musings seriously. I write for fun and the linguistic adventure. So! Just another scribble at tea time intended as a suggestive catharsis for HDK and his many erudite friends, accomplished writers all. I love them dearly and frequently review their many contributions to the Literotica l...
Author's Notes: 'Song for a Still River' is my contribution to Literotica's Siren's Song Story Event. Aside from the usual disclaimer below, I'm adding a Content Warning on this story. It contains subject matter that may distress sensitive readers. Consider yourself warned. All characters engaging in sexual relationships or activities are 18 years old or...
Tina sitzt, leicht verloren, auf dem Barhocker, am Tresen des Strip-Clubs; „NICK NAGLER NACKTCAFFE“. Sie lässt, wiederholt, die Spitzen ihre langen Haare auf ihren, beinahe Nackten, Popo tippen, das leichte prickelnde Piksen, jagt ihr einen wohligen Schauer über ihren Rücken, sie gibt sich dem erregenden Gefühl hin. Geniest es mit jeder Faser ihres sinnliche...