This story is called The Lost Ticket.It takes place in rural England, on the trains of the local railway, passing through little villages and rolling countryside in beautiful summer weather. I have been staring at the view and lost in my own daydreams and barely notice as the slow running little train pulls slowly into
When I turned 21, I experienced the urge to indulge in as many fantasies as I could. Then I found a BDSM website, which opened the gateway to my hidden desires, allowing me to experience them without fear or ridicule. Everything up until that point had been strictly vanilla, except for a few minajatwas in
Rules of BDSM Manor – safety, respect, and consent.Note to reader: You will get more from these characters if you read the stories in order, but it’s not compulsory.Tess-O’Meter — Amber.Note to rentturtle. Your (delayed) Easter Egg is hidden inside, enjoy ^_*-XA muffed “Arrghhh!” was forced out of Alex’s mouth as John pushed inside him.
This is another in a series of stories I have written for the amusement of my young virgin girlfriend. Most of what is written in these stories is true; of course the names have been changed to protect the…uh, guilty.****Monday was a bright, sunny spring day. Pink and red and lavender flowers bloomed in the
As I pushed the old Toro, my head pointed straight down, watching drops of sweat bomb the sidewalk. I was pooped from mowing old lady Maloney’s lawn on the hottest day this August (duh). I contemplated whether a beer stolen from my dad’s stash or a Coke would do best to save my life.”Hey, Fart
Author’s Notes:Here it is, the (hopefully) much anticipated next segment of our journey with Kat and Paul. If you haven’t read the first two parts, please go do so. This will make very little sense by itself. Any references to real entities are for reference purpose only. I do not own any of those names.A
Present Time:Clarisse moaned. Her head is in a state of excruciating pain. As her mind began processing things, she realized that her mouth was taped with a cloth is inside her mouth. She scanned her surroundings. She was in a windowless room, with a single bulb on the ceiling. She tried to get up, but
I was 18 and had been going with Val for around 6 months or so; she was the same age. As far as I can remember she was about 5′ 8″ tall with long blond hair and nice boobs although I haven’t a clue what size they were but her bum was a bit on
Sunday, the 26th of March 2023Dear diary,I dried my tears on the way back from leaving dad at the airport. Another month without him, another dark period of his absence, and all I had to remember is the pictures of us, smiling together, in a tight hug.Keira didn’t come to say goodbye. She never does.
Every man remembers his first time. That first access to the warm juices of a woman’s secret place. In spite of my forty or so years making my living satisfying unfulfilled rich ladies (a career that I will reveal to you in due course), that first time, and its consequences will live with me forever.For
The rest of the afternoon, Missy followed me around like a puppy dog, wanting to get close or next to me wherever I went. Not that I minded as my cock was now definitely ruling my mind.We had finished supper and the night air was cooling down and a full moon would make it light
Melanie and Melissa were mother and daughter. They were also best friends. Melanie had Melissa when she was twenty and was so glad that even though Melissa was now 19 she still hadn’t moved away. They would do everything together from shopping to critiquing boys and men they saw. They always laughed together and had
Steve here:It all started with a good night’s sleep.I was a rising college senior, As a freshman, I’d gone out for track – cross country – but quickly found that the coach expected his runners to spend time running more than spend time studying, so I dropped that, still ran, but just for myself to
The school for stewardesses FOREWORDAs our modern society becomes increasingly urbanized and the overall family structure weaker, we are seeing more of the phenomenon known as amorality.Newspapers today carry accounts of people who have never learned about good and bad, people who have never placed any value on human life, simply doing whatever a momentary
Author’s Note: Welcome to my entry in the Literotica Nude Day Story Contest 2023! Last month marked my 13th anniversary here on Lit, so I wanted to do something fun. Over the years I’ve been asked if I have a favorite story of my own. This is that story. Bro/sis is my personal kink, and
It was a typical Friday night at my house in the new normal after Grandma became confused. Dad was sitting on this throne, his precious leather recliner, watching some soccer game. I was sitting on the sofa finishing some homework assignments. Mom was working, or playing a game, on her laptop while sitting in her
As I neared her pussy I stuck out my tongue like I was trying to catch a snowflake and a pearl of moisture oozed out onto it. I hadn’t even touched it yet. I’d just spent the last hour tying her up and teasing her, alternately licking and sucking her nipples then kissing up and
I read your comments, and hope that this fuller version will satisfy you I’ve lived with my mom since she divorced from my dad 10 years ago. She has always been very liberal in her parenting and so at 18 I was pretty much allowed to do whatever I pleased. Many of my friends would
You may have seen my articles in ‘American Archeology,’ under my rubric, Dr. Hamlet Steyer. I did my undergraduate degree at Columbia University and my Ph.D. at Harvard. My academic credentials made me a fine catch for the University of Denver, where I was offered tenure as an inducement to settle there. The University underwrote
‘OMG!’ (Oh, My God) I thought to myself. ‘How did I get myself into this mess? A giant cock in my mouth and my ass is on fire.’Well, to be honest, I was in this mess because it’s what I wanted. For, you see, I am a middle-aged kinky guy who loves bondage games. And