It has been forever and a day since I submitted a story to Literotica. I so wanted to submit this story in the Halloween contest, but waited until the last second to submit it, and then realized I completely screwed up. I had surgery on my thumb 10 days ago and underestimated how long typing with one hand was going to take. I watched too many NY Mets games t...
I was rushing around last minute, trying to grab various items that were on the bed, planning what to bring with me for going over to His house. I was running late, due to my extra long shower, trying to shave everything possible, except of course the landing strip he preferred on me. I didn't know the plan of the day, as usual, but there were select items h...
This is my entry in the 2014 Halloween story contest. It's my first contest entry, so please be gentle. * Erin stepped just outside the back door of the costume rental shop to cool down in the crisp fall air. Damn, it got hot and sweaty in that laundry room. On top of helping customers find costumes, the self-proclaimed "Irish washerwoman" got to wash eve...
Ana liked being engaged to Peter and Felicia and Mary Jane, off shooting her movie in England, but many parts of it were new and confusing to her. They all lived together, that made sense. Even Mary Jane had a room set aside for when she came back. But that was the thing—although the rooms and beds were all big enough for all of them, there were many times w...
After receiving a cloned body I immigrated 127 Light Years from Earth to Free Skyes. Unfortunately I had to work and pay for that cloned body and I had very few skills a high tech society could use. So it was either I become an Unskilled Labourer or a Sex Slave. I guess Human Recourses had figured out pretty good. All those years in BDSM chat-rooms and websi...
Before you read this, it isn't a stroke story as such. A story with sex in it yes, but not a quick fire wham bam. Thought it best to let you know. * The players: Stella was a bitch, pure and simple, a statement of irrefutable fact. Somehow, in her twelve years working at the small Accountancy practice, she had charmed, or perhaps bullied the senior partne...
Logan Parker looked across his desk at the stunningly attractive woman sitting opposite him and shook his head. "Blair! We can't go on like this. That's the forth we've lost in two months." He looked at the letter on his desk-- another resignation. It would mean that Cole would have to step in yet again. Thank God for queers, he thought to himself. Well, a...
Warning this story was written in England by an Englishman. It utilises English vocabulary, spelling and grammatical conventions; some readers find these disturbing. * Annabelle, a woman almost twice my age, had finally managed to seduce me at a dinner party. Once circumstances permitted us to slip away to her home, she had revealed just how unbridled her...
Ana was a fair and just Queen, but strict. She ruled with a strong arm and a soft kiss. She was young, the youngest queen in recent history, at only nineteen years of age. Having been raised since birth to fill the role that she had been born into, her experience and strength of characters surpassed her age. The whip, the cane, the flogger and the crop wer...
In the morning, Miriam accompanied me back to my quarters. Her long, thick, curly, raven-black hair cascaded down the bare back of her fire-engine-red halter dress and swayed gently back-and-forth as we walked along the dreary corridors. With its deep, plunging neckline and long, flowing, asymmetrical skirt, Miriam's dress displayed her firm, shapely, DD-cup...