We were going home on the evening rush hour underground train from Leicester Square to Morden. It was hot, overcrowded with people pressed up tight barely able to move. I was penned against a glass partition by the door with Nirmala, my wife facing me. The train was slow and kept stopping, the lights flickering sometimes going off completely. Nirmala is 35...
Chapter 5: SATURDAY He mentally tossed a coin to decide whether to drive on home, or head back to the Lake Hanson resort. Finally he decided to let the road make up his mind for him. He decided if he saw a Ford before he saw a Chevrolet, he'd go to the lodge, otherwise he'd drive home. When he saw an old Ford Pinto, it was just in time to make the turn to t...
The potholes awaiting any Numbers Guy are gaping and innumerable. What follows are two that sucked me in like an out-of-control vacuum, and spit me out like politicians do pathological lies. BLOW OUT This week's festivities found me on a collision course with a train wreck possessing the bountiful body of a porn queen. Of the ethos women are breeding vesse...
Zeb was almost feeling better after two hours of intense exercise. Aside from banishing his hangover, his exertions had enabled his humiliation and anger to abate. He had resolved to consummate his visit to the health club with a leisurely sauna and soak in the hot tub just to delay going home. Zeb was shampooing his hair when he saw the penis walk into the...
As soon as she came to Germany, Sharifa submitted the Fachhochschule dean the documentation of Jamila's couture work, and she was even too successful: the dean and the didactic committee loved Jamila's work so much that not only did they credit her as a trainer, but even decided to invite her for a lecture cycle in Germany. Shafira was asked to tell Jamila...
It had been several months since the creatures from the other world had started migrating here. There had been some issues at first, and some others were still resolving. But they brought with them business, jobs and labour, the other world had not progressed in the last 500 years anywhere near as much as our and so they weren’t really a threat to the workin...
My names Johnny, I’m fifty-eight married to Joan twenty years my junior we’ve one daughter of eighteen. My wife’s father was a minister of a strict fundamentalist church. It had been drummed into her that sex is dirty unless it is done for the purpose of procreation, no other form of sexual relationships should be allowed. Also no form of contraceptive must...
All characters are over eighteen years of age. All characters, despite their feelings of humiliation, are deriving some sort of pleasure from the story's events. This story is heavily inspired by "Little Brother" by Chubby Chinese, a story not found on literotica, but that can be found by googling in quotes its first line: "Mike lives with his beautiful yo...
Author's note: This is the first of five chapters in a medieval-set story with a strong impregnation/breeding fetish focus. This is also my first ever erotic story, so any feedback would be much appreciated. ***** Chapter One: Promised King Edmin fidgeted impatiently on the throne. Ruling over his kingdom of Nordheim was a truly tiresome business. Listeni...
Andrew sat anxiously in Dr. Sylid's waiting room. He had never done anything like this before. He was a good husband. He'd never been to a strip club, been with a prostitute, he didn't even watch porn. In fact, the only woman he'd ever slept with was his wife, and he was proud of that fact. But, well, things weren't like they used to be. They hardly ever had...