September 2001 I met Amy by accident. I wasn't looking to hook up with anyone. For the past six months my sex life had consisted of nothing but fantasy, orgasm denial and getting a handjob from my ex, usually on Wednesday evenings, into a receptacle-end Trojan. I ran into Amy at an outdoor farmer's market in a park in downtown Brooklyn. We were looking at...
They keep us in cages. Huge cages made of twisted steel they mostly made with their big bare hands. They're not the sturdiest constructions, but they don't have to be. The girls don't even want to leave, and the guys, like me, are too submissive by now to try anything. As many had thought, the girls are frequently pregnant, but when they occasionally give b...
I was standing in the crowded cafeteria, trying not to think about my stomach growling. I'd forgotten to eat breakfast this morning, and now at 2PM I was suffering the consequences of my forgetfulness. I looked behind me once or twice, noticing the line only getting longer. At least I wasn't in the back...but I certainly wasn't in the front either. I scanned...
They were talking about identity, about who we think we are and who we want to be, and whether someone can love you for some trait you don't feel you have, whether it's love if your lover sees you not as you see yourself, but as something else. Can you be loved for some quality you don't think you have? They were talking about identity. They're still talkin...
It's always great to meet new and interesting people along life's journey. A couple of weeks ago, I was at Avila Beach here on the Central Coast of California. My next door neighbor, Denise, and I were enjoying the sand and surf on the clothing optional side of the beach. Within a half hour we were both nude and I was loving her huge beautiful breasts. She i...
Lane sat at his desk at work on Thursday morning, finally just about back to normal. Or at least, his ass didn't hurt. The color from the bruising was yellowed and fading. He spent the entire day on Monday trying not to shift or seem uncomfortable. But his arse had still been so fucking sore from his weekend tryst that just sitting was turning him on. He spe...
Disclaimer: I do not own Supergirl or anything to do with DC. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. ****** "I hope you're hungry, because I bought... dinner?" Supergirl didn't mean to state the last part as a question, but despite her hunger it became the last thing on her mind as she flew into the office of Lena Luthor and saw the woman...
Ok as always, This story is not to be reproduced, copied or posted on any site other than Literotica without my permission. I can be reached via my literotica profile in the contact tab, or via email. On another note this is the 2nd version of Ch. 3 I'm posting, I'll be leaving both up until I get enough feedback from reader to decide which version they lik...
Katie smoothed her dress down as she climbed the steps back to the reception. She dropped the keys that would unlock Tom's cell into her handbag and picked up the keys to the second padlock, the one she would be using to incarcerate her afternoon guest. Katie hadn't known her Aunt that well, only that she had money and always dressed beautifully. On the ra...
Author's Note: All website and profile names are fictitious. ***** I composed my Vault profile: 'For most of my adult life I was a dom. To the outside world I am well educated, travelled, independent self employed businessman, clean and healthy, reliable and sociable, not bad looking and generally attractive to women around my own age. On the inside, I am...