Jeremy had a problem, and that problem was himself. He really, really liked slut collars. Now on its own, this wasn't such a big deal. Most guys were fond of them, didn't even count as a fetish these days. The difference between Jeremy and those other guys is that they imagined collars clasped around some hot babe's neck. Jeremy preferred them around his ow...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions...
As I deplaned from my transpacific flight, I heard my name being paged over the public address system at the Narita International Airport which is located on the outskirts of Tokyo. My flight had been delayed for more than two hours coming in from Honolulu so I expected that the travel agents in charge of our tour group would be more than a little anxious....
Chapter Three A Deepening Mystery Carla woke. She was lying in Quinn's bed. Quinn was gone. She wondered how he did that? He seemed to waken before her every day. He must need far less sleep than she did. As she became aware of her surroundings, she realized two things. She was surrounded by the smell of old sex and sweat. Her chains had been removed. For...
*** This story has also been posted on another site under the pen name Hal C. Rex. Hal and Stat are the same person. *** Part. 1 -- The Poker Game "Zack's not coming," I said angrily while putting away my cell phone. Damn all women and their meddling, controlling, and manipulating ways. "His new fiancée has better things for him to do." Our once regular...
My first full day in South Africa headed toward its end and aware I had felt very lonely exploring the town, its shops and wandering along the beach, I questioned the wisdom of three weeks seven thousand miles from London. Shops closed and too early for dinner at my hotel, I killed time in 'Deja's' -- its owner's abbreviation of 'Déjà vu' -- an apt name for...
In and out, in and out, in and out of Marylou's pussy, her husband's cock was pumping as hard and as fast as he could go. Jeff was fucking her hard just like she liked it. He knew that and was working very hard to please Marylou today better than he had for a long time. Jeff was breathing fast and hard already and as she lifted her legs up higher to feel h...
Reggie's funeral was held the following Thursday and his body was laid to rest. Natasha suffered a new bout of grief as she reflected on what she had lost. That night, Natasha vowed to Vera that Reggie was her soul mate and she had lost all; so she was not going to have sex ever again. She would dedicate her upcoming musical career to his memory. Vera grimly...
Notes Hi! Here's the third installment of Field Trip Follies! Thanks, Literotica author Laurie, for the inspiration and spell-checking! The characters Lindsey Foster and her family were created by Laurie. Please go to Laurie's page and read her stories, "The Sun Felt Good On My Back" and "While Lindsey Is Away", for more stories about Lindsey and her famil...
Upon reflecting on the events that transpired at the restaurant I severely wish I had been nicer to the twins. Had I only known then what I now know I would have dived headfirst into their game. You ever have that feeling where you try something for the first time and you wonder where it's been all your life? Multiply that by ten and you'll have some idea ab...