On Monday night I was searching the Internet for a holiday when the computer 'pinged' and a blue square popped up in the corner. Slightly surprised I read the message, "Flyboy; says Hi." It took me a few seconds to realise what it meant. Three months previously, just before had gone to University my daughter had set up an MSN messaging account for me to ke...
Chapter 1: Webcam He was having an ordinary night, sitting at home scanning the internet to see if he could find anything interesting. Out of the corner of his eye a title caught his interest. It was a site for dating. He thought, why not, might as well give it a go. He signs up and starts to go through the ads. After an hour he is about to give up as no-on...
The handsome webcam model slowly pulls down his sweatpants, revealing a massive stiff monster cock inch by inch. When the cock is finally freed, it boings upwards and its owner catches it. "You see this cock I'm holding in my hand right now?" It's a throbbing, pulsing, huge veiny monster with a slick head... He strokes it. "Well, it used to be my favorite...
I was in my small studio apartment just chatting on-line with my new webcam, which I bought at Best Buy. I was browsing through people just chit-chatting and making small talk, it was actually boring. This one girl named Brianna and I were talking and well I guess that she thought of me boring so she made up some lame excuse to go. So, I made it look like th...
Disclaimer -- this is a work of fiction, a mosaic of fantasies and multiple online sessions with multiple dom(mes). If you recognize your work, I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did. * I sat down in front of the computer with a bit of trepidation. It was time for the weekly Saturday morning session with Ozzy. My mind was already drifting into subspace as...
Hello everyone! The first chapter was recently published in the National Nude Day contest. Thank you for the positive response! I would also like to thank Literotica members SirSinn and thewhitestripe for helping to inspire my story. They definitely deserve credit for their own writing talents (Check them out if you haven't before). Lastly, of course the sec...
Lynne put down the phone and smiled; she had just finished arranging the holiday details. Three weeks in a friend's villa on Crete. Late season so the temperature should be hot but not unbearable. Now all she had to do was to convince her sister Sally and her husband to come with them. She had been having an affair with her brother-in-law for just over a mo...
This is the first installment of a series I'm calling "The Webcam Diaries". With a favorable response, I will continue to write more episodes. --------- "Hold on, let me hook it up." Misty dug into her box of computer parts looking for her webcam. In the box was a multitude of loose cords and headphone wires. "How long has it been since you used it last...
Martin Turner was the boy you picked on in High School, he was the skinny looking kid with freckles that got beat up every day by the local bullies. He was the smartest kid in science class who wore wide rimmed spectacles that were always broken and always stuck back together with grubby looking plasters. He was the ugly duckling, the one with no friends who...
Traipsing down her staircase dressed to kill Stacy Puma rounded her garage home. Wearing overly tight white jeans and a brilliant turquoise colored off the shoulder top that had an America Indian style pattern of various ornate colors. Each tiny triangle or bead was a different color. Made of silk it clung to her chest like it was glued on. Her nipples viol...