What if we did this or what if we did that? What would happen then? I can just see and hear these old, Caucasian, billionaire men talking over lunch, over dinner, over drinks, in their homes, on vacation, on the golf course, on a plane, in their cars, and at the office about us, the middle class. What makes us, ordinary people, blue collar and white collar...
Hello, I'm John Dickers. I'm the owner and headmaster of the Oakwood Academy for Young Women, a very exclusive, private institution of learning for girls who are at least 18 who either didn't earn a high school diploma or aren't quite ready for university or the world of business. For those students who want a high school diploma, Oakwood Academy offers the...
The people all around them resumed their tireless orgy once again but Henry barely registered it as his mind wandered over images of the love of his life being fucked by that animal. Some part of his mind still tried to hold onto the possibility that nothing had happened. But then reality would hit him once again. There was the nagging sense that she had e...
I know you're dying to hear what happened between her and me, but before you know what and how, you must know when where and who. I won't bore you with the history of the world to this point, but you must understand that I am living in the second information age. The first information age came after the invention of the computer, when suddenly record keepin...
So it turns out I love the sort of "sex genie" stories found here on Literotica. A lot. I sometimes wish there was a little more examination of what's going on and a little more talking things out before everyone dives straight into the magical master-servant relationships. I also wish we could recognize the "genies" we have in Western media are pretty far f...
The night of my nineteenth birthday is one I don’t think I’ll be forgetting anytime soon, the night Doc Scott played his set at the International Players Lounge nightclub. It was huge, half of Perth was there, I’m not so sure whether or not it was the good half but that was never really of any concern to me, my friends and I were just after a good time. Fi...
It was late in the evening, and you were laying on your bed. It had been a usual day, with a usual ending: you, masturbating to your favorite bit of fetish porn. You took a shower,were browsing the internet for a bit, and then turned around to go to sleep, when suddenly, you heard a noise in your room. It sounded like the buzzing of an insect, mixed with the...
You are tantalized by my presence, a curvy Black woman with a thick Afro and a big beautiful Black ass, standing decked out in shiny Black leather in front of you. I've been told I have quite the presence. What's my name? You are mystified by me. No names. Does it matter? Not at all. I am your Black Mistress, and I've come to fuck the hell out of you and dom...
Hello everyone, I want to thank all who have read, voted and commented on my stories. This is a work of fiction and fantasy. The events depicted within, did not and should not happen in real life. Any similarities to real people and places is strictly coincidental. All characters in my story are above the age of 18. I do realize that what happens in this s...
SLEEPING BOOTIES by The Brothers Cum Prologue ‘And the sleeping princess was kissed by the handsome hero and she woke up.’ That’s how the story ends. Isn’t it? It’s definitely the ending you heard. Well, I hate to be the one to tell you this, but that was just when things started to get interesting. Why didn’t you hear the rest of the tale? Because Hans ‘C...