I never considered myself gay. Quite the opposite, actually, I was as straight as any guy I’d ever met. I wasn’t necessarily opposed to gays either, I just wasn’t one. But I dated this girl named Nikki who is absolutely convinced that everyone has some strand of not-straight in them. Maybe you’re gay, maybe you’re bi, maybe you’re into something else I don’t know about but is undoubtedly a fetish somewhere. Nikki believes that everyone has something in them that isn’t vanilla, and she wanted to help you find it. For your own good of course. I’m willing to try anything once, a piece of advice I picked up as…

“You look stunning,” I said. Mina eyed me suspiciously. She was standing in front of the wardrobe in a little black dress that stopped mid-thigh, and a pair of low heels. Her dark hair was drawn back into a neat ponytail. I laid my hand on her shoulder and then casually traced down her back until my hand cupped her beautifully shaped and rounded rear. I let my hand linger, while I nuzzled her neck. “I can’t believe I let you talk me into this,” she said, eyeing herself up in the mirror. “Spending the evening at the ball?” I asked, “Or spending the evening in this dress?” “Both.” I…

This is a piece I wrote many years ago and only uncovered it as I was going through some old files. It’s a lot softer and more sentimental than what I tend to write these days. I’d love to know what you think… ********* Andy was young- that is to say, he was naïve. Growing up sheltered in rural Nebraska, he had little exposure to anything more romantically risqué than the carefully orchestrated, closely monitored dances that followed church on Sundays in the summertime. He was raised with the intention of marrying Sally Joe Werther whose family farm was across the road from his. They would get hitched just as…

Blood slowly dripped from the tiny incision. Ben raised his finger to his lips intending to suck it gently until the bleeding stopped, however when it reached level with his face he noticed a peculiar tint to his finger tips and it seemed to be spreading rapidly across his palms. Fear overtook him as he panicked, his entire hand was now blue in complexion and swollen, he feared for his life, could this be an allergic reaction? The blueberry juice was racing through his blood stream causing more and more of him to distend. His once toned bottom was now protruding and the rest of his body was expanding at…

“Champaign?” Rorke asked, as they sat down at the restaurant. He had been all smiles since the news. And affectionate enough at home that they almost hadn’t made their reservation. “I probably shouldn’t,” she reminded him patiently. “Oh. Right.” He remembered, “Hmm. Sparkling water?” “Sounds great.” He nodded, and ordered when the waiter came back. That done, he settled into his chair, and leaned forward a little, wanting, even in a small way, to be closer to her. Brooke held up her water glass. “Here’s to the next little one being just as brilliant as the last.” He laughed and clinked glasses, “I can’t do better than that.” “No kidding.…

It has been a few weeks since my last visit. Work and family have been in need of my attention and I have been unable to get to my Goddess Mina. We have had frequent contact and Goddess has been quite generous by sending pictures and notes to encourage my ever building devotion. I have been obsessed with looking for her messages and have been acting like an impatient teenage boy. I can’t do anything right, I am a mess without my goddess. I cannot function properly without seeing her; is that simple. My schedule had been busy but was finally favorable to make my pilgrimage. I was finally able…

The grill was hot and sending enticing aromas floating throughout the neighborhood. Everywhere there was laughter and conversation as the family caught up at the last blast of summer — the annual Labor Day cookout. Zach stole a glance at the cooler as his uncle fished out a beer. Daydreaming about how good an ice-cold beer would go down, he sighed. There was no way he was going to risk trying to snatch up a couple with the whole family in the back yard. Twenty-one was the drinking age, and his father would hear no argument to the contrary. Fortunately, there was a distraction available to more than compensate for…

One chronicle in the life of a naughty actress First, a confession, For all of you Literotica readers please know that I have written 6 or 7 spanking stories to date and have not really had one myself for my entire life until recently….here is that story, a sort of “How Kelsey got her groove back” story: I’m a married, 38 year old mother of one, playwright, actress, and vocalist. I’m relatively young looking, fit (I’m also a Pilates instructor) and a pretty cool and easy going person for the most part. I haven’t been intimate with my husband of 8 years for a total of 5 years now for…

“Be right back, Tina,” Lily told her friend in the next cubicle over. “If anyone asks, I am in the restroom, I can’t wait till break any longer.” “Ok, hun,” Tina looked up at a quick glace towards her friend, brushing her blonde hair out of her face and straightening her glasses. Lily walked fast to the restroom and finally made it there. She felt herself almost not make it, she hates to leave her place since she likes to think of herself as a competent worker. But when nature screams back after its call, its time to go. She opened the door to the closest stall and undid her…

For the first few weeks after coming to an agreement about my masturbation habits with Melissa things worked out fairly well. I was masturbating much less than I had been before, but Melissa was right – by doing it with her and for her it was much better. Even though I wasn’t having sex with her at all, it felt like we had a sexual relationship because so much of my sexual energy was tied up in her. When we went out clubbing, I was excited when she’d meet a guy and I’d hope that they would hit it off. I knew that if things went well with them and…