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Aunt Mindy, pt. 1 "Hey Ray!!! It's aunt Mindy.... she says you can borrow her house for a couple of days. Interested?" "Yeah! Great, tell her I would love to!" It was mommy on the phone with auntie. Auntie is about 25 and SO cool! I really get along great with her. I am 18 myself. Quit school cause I didn't like it. I still live at home but I do some PC and web consulting and stuff so I make some money. Mommy makes me pay my share of the rent, but I am saving for my own...
March 8, 1992, Chicago, Illinois Michelle and I were sitting in the steam-filled sauna with sweat pouring from our bodies. I had been surprised by her request, but honored it, and as she’d asked, we’d just sat quietly for the first ten minutes. Eventually she broke the silence. “Did you think about what I asked you to?” “Yes. And I think I’ve solved the question of hugs. I don’t hug my guy friends. I don’t hug my parents. Other than my kids, I only hug women who have been, are, or are...
The afterlife is a dark void of nothingness. I thought to myself. Maybe death is just you existing after you died and not being able to move or see or speak. Fuck what if someone cuts me open and takes out all my organs to see how I kicked the bucket? Does the pain go away, what if my body gets burnt to ash and I feel it for the rest of forever? “Oh good, you're awake, I was getting bored waiting for you to finish napping.” The warm honey of the girl in the red dress voice filled the...
As he lay his tired body to rest. His weak and pale body, so drained for energy. So damaged from endless painful years of sickness. He is so tired of the reality of pain. So much he wish he could leave reality to itself. Wish he could escape into his own private world. A world were he would not be sick. A place were his appearance is not regarded as repulsive. A place of love instead of pity. He tries to turn to his side but his damaged lungs can not conjure the air for him to do so. Even as...
Bleak midwinters. Shane Houston supposed they didn’t get a whole lot bleaker than working Christmas Eve late shift in Cinemagic Video, frosty winds or otherwise. He glanced up from his paperback at the garishly-lit dreariness to check for customers. The drab horror of the place was only emphasised by the few decorations Arlo had cared to string casually about the shelf-tops. God, you’d think the guy might put in a little effort if he wanted to keep his business solvent. Shane had been short on...
You are a male grad student doing ancient resarch for a term paper on ancient Sumer. In the labyrinth of books you find a Sumerian translated tome. After spending a great deal of time deciphering it, and reading the entire book. You realize that you have read and developed the ability to contol the minds of others. Sweet now what
BDSMJack stared at his phone in confusion, but decided to tap on the mysterious app that had appeared. A screen is displayed. M - Mind B - Body R - Reality There's then a ToS section.
Mind ControlDave Morgan was the first of a new breed, better than any ever seen before. He was born with the potential to do anything he wanted, but without knowledge of his greatness his abilities stayed latent for most of his life. For 18 years it was just a spark at the back of his brain. There was no great event that caused the spark to ignite, it had just had enough of not being used and broke free from its prison. And so, at 9:00 am on a chilly autumn Sunday Dave woke up to discover the amazing...
Mind Control*Everything here is fiction.*Title: Club Gomorrah.Chapter One: Day One.Black, cold, painful and wet. The afterlife is a dark void of nothingness. I thought to myself. Maybe death is just you existing after you died and not being able to move or see or speak. Fuck what if someone cuts me open and takes out all my organs to see how I kicked the bucket? Does the pain go away, what if my body gets burnt to ash and I feel it for the rest of forever?“Oh good, you're awake, I was getting bored waiting...
The zamindari system was introduced by british in India. A certain area will be governed by zamindars and they are the owners of the land. They set own rules. When the British were paid with taxes they don’t mind about any despot behaviours. The Raj Thakur is one of the richest zamindar. He pays tax in advance and he is friend for most of the British generals. Their family is ruling our area generation by generation. He has taken charge at the age of 26 and now he is 32. I am Sindhu, born in...
This is a story about the things you admire, but consider unobtainable. Sometimes, those things just fade away and you remember them only in fantasies and dreams. Sometimes, though, fortune smiles and a beautiful thing falls right into your lap and your dream comes true. Life is about opportunities, and I try never to miss one. This one changed my life.There are plenty of down sides to having your c***dren associate with older k**s… not the least of which is the worry about what they’re getting...
I’ll tell you about the first time I cheated on my wife. Please read my profile for some context for my views on love and sex. I loved my wife then and, fifteen years later, I love her still. I’ve never wanted to spend my life with anyone else. That doesn’t mean I haven’t taken opportunities or shared moments with other people, though…. On with the story.I spent some time in the military, just after my wife and I had our first c***d and were married. My first duty station was overseas,...
The zamindari system was introduced by British in India. A certain area will be governed by zamindars and they are the owners of the land. They set own rules. When the British were paid with taxes they don’t mind about any despot behaviors. The Raj Thakur is one of the richest zamindar. He pays tax in advance and he is friend for most of the British generals. Their family is ruling our area generation by generation. He has taken charge at the age of 26 and now he is 32. I am Sindhu, born in the...
Shane's Christmas gets wayyyyy better, courtesy of a sexy Santa-girl.Bleak midwinters. Shane Houston supposed they didn't get a whole lot bleaker than working Christmas Eve late shift in Cinemagic Video, frosty winds or otherwise. He glanced up from his paperback at the garishly-lit dreariness to check for customers. The drab horror of the place was only emphasised by the few decorations Arlo had cared to string casually about the shelf-tops. God, you'd think the guy might put in a little...
MINDBOMB by BobH (c) 2012 - Prologue - HEATHER CONNOR: "Look, Mommy, it's Santa Claus" said Lily, tugging on my sleeve excitedly. I looked in the direction my daughter was pointing and had to smile. With his white beard, his round face and rounder stomach, the elderly man standing near the main entrance to the mall certainly looked the part. He had to be in his seventies or even his early eighties, and had obviously stepped outside to...
Bleak midwinters. Shane Houston supposed they didn't get a whole lot bleaker than working Christmas Eve late shift in Cinemagic Video, frosty winds or otherwise. He glanced up from his paperback at the garishly-lit dreariness to check for customers. The drab horror of the place was only emphasised by the few decorations Arlo had cared to string casually about the shelf-tops. God, you'd think the guy might put in a little effort if he wanted to keep his business solvent. Shane had been short on...
Oral SexIngrid knew that she might have ruined her chances of a job, an opportunity to get out of the squalor and misery of the last six months, in that fit of temper that afternoon. The miraculous letter had arrived in the morning and introduced a Mrs Petrak who wished to interview Ingrid about a job opportunity. But then she had to go to work and that bloody woman Rene just would have found an old newspaper at home ? Under the Lino?? and in it details and pictures of Ingrid at the trial two years...
MindFucker By Dorothy StrangeloveHe was my ultimate fantasy. That's a strange statement considering I'd never seen his face, but as soon as I heard his voice, that was it. I wanted him. His name was Jay Lucas, he worked on the top floor in the office, at least there was a door with his name on but he was never there. He was always calling in by phone and email, and as company secetary I often found myself taking his calls. He had the sexiest voice I'd ever heard. And one day when I took his...
INCIDENT IN MINDANAO By Shabbadew2002 Email me at [email protected] Item in a Manila newspaper (March 27, 2007) Professor, writer and peace advocate, Maricel Castaneda, 41, filed a formal complaint today alleging the military illegally arrested her during the Women’s Day on March 8, 2007 and subjected her to molestation and torture. She claims her 17-year-old son was detained, bound and forced to witness her interrogation. ?I pleaded for mercy for me and my son,? Castaneda said in her...
SEXY, SVELT, AND SINGLE MINDED Suzy is a killer; good looks and a good body. I?ve told her she is sexy, svelte, and single minded and that she makes me crazy. She tells me she will do anything for me and is submissive by nature. In many respects that?s true but she does have a way of submitting on her terms. I can be quite dominate and she loves me for that. Also she seems to like the size and taste of my cock. We will get married maybe as early as next year. But now we just live together...
Trousers on Sunday, Skirt on Monday: I was, in my girlfriend Yasmeena's view, something of a hypocrite when it came to my faith and we were having an argument about feminism and her faith and mine following Yasmeena catching me looking at the display of the local lingerie shop window. I remember her saying to me, "Dominic, you are a trousers on Sunday, skirt on Monday, type of Christian." "What do you mean by that, Yasmeena?" I asked looking at her beautiful face and the purple...
Here I sat, at my computer doing nothing that could be considered constructive towards wider society. On my computer were at least 25 windows open, some were about various animes and mangas, others were Youtube videos I had yet to finish watching, various porn sites sprinkled here and there, and of course a few pages of this site I found not too long ago, containing lots of stories, many of which I took a liking to. Overall, absolutely nothing was going on, whatsoever. Nothing interesting would...
Mind ControlWomen say that men 'have their brains in their balls and think with their dicks' and if there's a grain of truth in that (let's face it guys - there probably is) then Tracy blew my mind regularly! At home and alfresco - in the back of a black cab going home after a night out; in the cubicle of a public restroom; in the park, in the woods and on the beach - anywhere, anytime. In privacy or for an audience; although my personal favourite was after enjoying a leisurely Sunday morning breakfast...
The drone formerly known as robby lined up in three columns with 29 other drones. Some drones were left with, or had programmed into them, some kind of personality, but these were not only docile and willess, but their minds were empty, blank, slates remotely controlled by a surgically implanted chip in their brains. The drones began marching behind their handler, who had taken them off campus in a train that had now arrived at a military base of some sorts. The chip controlling them kept each...
Taylor went off with Ross after the last round on the big bed. Scarlett arrived and took Athena’s place next to Dave so the nanny could head off to her own bed. Cricket returned, too; freshly showered and smelling of jasmine. Alice spooned in behind Cricket. Julie snuggled in behind Scarlett. In the middle of the night, Dave and Cricket and Scarlett made love. He surprised himself coming in each of the women in back-to-back lovemaking sessions that tried to be quiet and not disruptive of the...
*Before you start reading and just to clarify: All characters in this story are of course at least 18 years old.* *Oh, and if you like, what you read, don't forget to like;) * I was a normal boy, living a normal life, in a small village in a completely unimportant rural area somewhere in western europe. There was really nothing special about me. I wasn't particularly strong or tall. I wasn't the smallest kid in class either, though always somewhat below-average. I was fairly thin too making it...
Mind ControlDear Literotica Readers: Some random thoughts, in no particular order, about my story that don’t seem to fit into my narrative but should help you know me better, which should help you understand the themes of my transition stories… Thank you to all of the people that have left me positive comments. I haven’t been writing the stories for public approval, however, the positive comments do warm my heart. As to those who have left negative comments, I don’t care about you. After all I have been...
“How long have you been fucking him?” I asked, as the chaos swirled on around us. Margot stared at me, as tense and on edge as a cat meeting another cat in an alleyway. Her eyes darted here, there and everywhere. “Why did you hit that man?” she shouted. She needed to, to be heard over the noise of people excitedly swirling around to take a look at the man on the floor, and me – the guy who put him there. “Because he told me he fucked you. I didn’t feel the need to let him get away with...
Hi everyone. Below is a conversation between a work colleague and I. She was doing her best to not get turned on but failed miserably! It might not be the easiest thing to follow but basically it's me (Neil) and Michelle talking. During the chat I tell her what happened between me and another girl (Lilly).I should probably have changed all the names, but fuck it !PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE let me know in the comments if it makes sense and is interesting to read?thanks, Inhales[12:12:25] Michelle...
Warning: contains a scene of attempted sexual assault and one of attempted suicide. This one is quite long at 18092 words, so fair warning! And, believe me, it’s best to read or reread the earlier story, Conversations 18, before you read this; otherwise, it’s going to sound a little like gibberish. When I wrote the Conversations series, I meant each of them to end whenever the conversation ended, although I couldn’t resist extending them just a little in a couple of cases. At the same...
This series is all about conversations around one event – the cheating spouse. But cheating affects more than just the two protagonists, and I wanted to look at those conversations as well. We all need love. However, when the conversation is finally over, the story ends. And if you feel it’s in the wrong section, well ... the others in the series are here and I wanted to keep them together. No sex in this one. Sorry. Enjoy. I was seated on my favourite bar stool in the Crown and Anchor,...
The girl:God it is hot! He said to himself as he rounded the turn at the end of his third mile. Checking his pulse he found it a bit higher than normal at this distance. Running at home was totally different than running down in Alabama in early September. He knew it would be different, but not this different. I'd hoped after a week I would be better acclimated. That first run was even worse, lucky it was overcast!The temperature wasn't all that much hotter, but the oppressive humidity was...
College Sex(Editor’s note: this is an edited version of a multi-chaptered work that was previously on Literotica under this author’s name.) * Chapter 1 Amy needs a shoulder Amy is a neighbor and one of my favorite people. She’s in her mid-twenties, dark red hair, slim–even after two kids, cute, great sense of humor, and generally a joy to be around. My name is Robert, Rob for short. I’m 20 years older, and live one house away from adorable Amy. Currently I am unemployed, by choice. I left my last...
Amy is a neighbor and one of my favorite people. She's in her mid-twenties, dark red hair, slim--even after two kids, cute, great sense of humor, and generally a joy to be around. My name is Robert, Rob for short. I'm twenty years older and live one house away from the adorable Amy. Currently, I am unemployed, by choice. I left my last position with enough money to take a year off and plan my next foray into the business world. My wife runs her own business, the kids are all gone out into the...
NovelsRaindrops pelting the dorm window and sliding along the pane in a zigzag pattern reminded Mindy of her own tears. The soft yellow glow of streetlights and the quietness of the midnight hour settled like an unwelcome burden. Wiping her eyes stopped the flow of tears but not the reason for them. Mindy’s first semester in college was turning out to be filled with emotional loneliness. She didn’t make the women’s soccer team and the lengthy email she got from Rob made it clear he had already found...
“Lies, Lies, Lies!” Mindy angrily thought to herself as she left the restaurant and got into her car. “I can’t stand myself.” She was sick with her life, and sick with lying about it. She had had what she supposed to be a perfect life, and imagined herself the envy of many. A husband who owned a successful office furniture business that allowed her to be a stay at home mom for her two beautiful girls, age twelve and fifteen. A beautiful mansion in an exclusive, gated country club. She was an...
Dragon Lady # 2 called me, “Cyrus wants dinner.” Cyrus Vandenberg. One of my Irregulars, the oldest one. In his mid-80s, creaky, cranky, but his mental acuity seems just fine. He’ll have some rumor to pass on, some gossip, some hearsay. “When and where?” “What am I, your bitch?” Click. Good point. When you’re part of the Bulldog Bannerman infrastructure, a measly private detective is several rungs lower on the accomplishment ladder. I called Cyrus, “Hi, it’s Winter.” “No...
On Tuesday Frank asked me to keep Sunday clear for a good talk which may become long. Remembering my last week's conversation with Jenny I hoped that Frank wanted to talk about the same things I wanted to discuss. Our fucking around and how we go on. I love Frank a lot, and I'll do anything to keep our marriage going. Well, it's Sunday now, and Frank suggested that we have breakfast in bed, something we haven't done for ages. After clearing the breakfast tray from the bed I returned and...
This story is made up of a number of conversations, but they are conversations, so they just fit into the series. This one is about the trouble with numbers. When you think you know how this is adding up, read on. “Man, why are you looking at my dick?” “What?” “You’re staring at my dick. Are you gay?” He laughed. “No, I was just surprised. I thought it would be bigger.” Aiden had just broken the man-code big time. Every guy knows that when you go for a piss, you stand at the urinal and you...
Here is the tweaked version of my story Conversation. Dove was quite correct. This will be the final version, I am reluctant to modify it further. This is my first 100% complete story. It may be archived by the following sites if they want to: Fictionmania, Sapphire's Place, Crystal's Storysite, and Beverly's Balcony. Any other site that wishes to archive this story, should ask for permission first. This is a G-rated story. Conversation A sweet story by Veronica...
Taking a very short break from my original series, so I’ll leave you all something to get horny over in the meantime! ,) ‘Why are you so miserable? Come on, tell me.’ ‘Well, I’m kinda peckish, but mostly ’cause I miss you.’ ‘Why do you text me so much?’ ‘Because I just want to talk to you, even if only for a moment.’ ‘Why don’t you call me instead?’ ‘Because I never know what to say.’ ‘Why not?’ ‘You make me nervous.’ ‘Huh? How?’ ‘You give me butterflies.’ ‘So do you…?’ ‘Yes, I like you…...
Another conversation around that event, but with a whole lot more people involved in this one. No sex, so no surprise there. There isn’t usually much sex going on during those types of conversations. I braced myself for what was to come. I’d seen looks of sympathy and smirking grins already, and knew it was going to happen, but it didn’t matter. I looked at the door for what was probably the last time, took a deep breath and settled my face into a neutral expression. Then I opened it and...
This story is for GrassmanRoss, who asked for it, and for Hot-C, who'll probably relish it.Stephanie’s ReminderDuring the next week, Alice and I became very well acquainted indeed. We spanked each other numerous times, ropes and clamps had been applied to nipples and genitals, accompanied by much delightful licking and thrusting.Friday I sat at my desk, correcting papers, when there came a knock at the door. “Come in.”To my surprise, since she wasn’t in any of my classes, Stephanie entered,...
SpankingI like to imagine different professions and how they might add to or detract from a conversation. I got this idea in my head and couldn’t shake it, despite the feeling that it wasn’t the best. So in the end, it’s a bit of fluff, but mine own. The game’s afoot! Enjoy. Clarissa opened her eyes, yawned and found she couldn’t close her mouth. “Whaaffittt!” she said, erudite as always. “Welcome back, honey,” I said. “You must have been really tired to sleep through all that.” “Whuuffn?” “That...
Ella is desperate for her sons. I received this email some time ago. It speaks for itself. But the exchange ended abruptly. Read on! OMG …Thank you! I just finished A Conversation Online with Rene and am absolutely exhausted. I’ve carried a passion for i****t erotica for longer than I can remember hon. I’m married, with two sons, and live in what could be best described as Mayberry West, so it’s obvious a fantasy I’ve hidden from all. Finding Literotica was such a treat and finding so many...
Ella is desperate for her sons.I received this email some time ago. It speaks for itself. But the exchange ended abruptly. Read on!OMG ...Thank you!I just finished A Conversation Online with Rene and am absolutely exhausted. I've carried a passion for i****t erotica for longer than I can remember hon. I'm married, with two sons, and live in what could be best described as Mayberry West, so it's obvious a fantasy I've hidden from all. Finding Literotica was such a treat and finding so many...
Tuesday, November 13 (Continued) to Friday, November 16, 2007 I was in the kitchen of the Kids' House, having gone there to make drinks for my girls who were doing their studies in the upstairs study. #3: #45:
Suzi went back to work on an emotional high that made Jessie and Ronnie blink from the glow coming off her."Tell me she didn't get laid over lunch?""No, Ronnie, she didn't. She just spent it with her girlfriend.""Huh?""Don't worry it will become clear. I won't ruin her surprise.""The only woman who has affected her like this is . . . are you are telling me Suzi and . . .""I'm not telling you a thing, it's not my place. Just let it lie and be happy for her.""I am thrilled for...
MILFTried something a little different; looking at one of those conversations from a woman’s point of view. Women readers feel free to roast me. I’m just a man. Whose intentions are good. Oh lord, please don’t let me be misunderstood. “Celia, he’s back again,” said Julie, from over by the window. I glanced across, with my eyebrows raised. “Really?” I said, not knowing how to feel about that. “I’ll call security,” she offered. “No!” I said, perhaps a little too urgently. “I’ll sort it out.” I...
Dr. Carter’s invention turned the breast enhancement world on its ear as it allowed the patient to determine her breast size any way she desired. After receiving her implant she could hypothetically go to church as an A cup, then to work as a B cup and then out to the dance club as a D or even a double D if she so desired. All of this was done with a hand held remote control that gave her the freedom to choose any look a woman could desire with ease. It was installed with a small incision and...
Conversations By r.gold "Christopher! What are you doing? What have I walked in on? What's going on?" "Nothing, Lisa. I'm just rocking the baby. I'm, uh, I'm not doing anything wrong." "Anything wrong? You're sitting here wearing my dress, my shoes, my makeup, my jewelry, and rocking our daughter." "I know that, Lisa. Sometimes when it just gets really slow, I'll get dressed. I'm lonely by myself each day. I was bored and this seemed like fun. It's not like you didn't...
Sometimes conversations just appear out of nowhere. “We need to talk!” The universal phrase that means someone is in deep shit came out of my mouth like the knell of doom. Sue stopped and looked at me for a moment, and then continued on towards the stairs, dragging that stupid little suitcase behind her. One wheel jittered from side to side as it always did, annoying me even more. “We can talk after I’ve rested,” she said over her shoulder. “We talk now, or you can just turn around and...
My name is Penelope. My last name is not relevant. Sometimes I have the weirdest conversations with myself. "What?" You say that is not normal. Actually it is quite normal for me as I am afflicted with MPD (Multi-Personality Disorder). I will introduce you to myself in order for you to follow this story. Penelope: A lovely girl but perhaps a little too naïve and eager to please. Penny: She is very close to Penelope but tends to drink a little too much and seems to attract the most...
I enjoy our conversations. At times they are businesslike and at other times, they are more personal. Either way, though, there is always a strong undertone of inner thought and emotion. When I speak to her on the phone, I picture her so strongly. That image and her soft mellow voice causes me swell so quickly. It happens every time we speak. Every time my wandered in her direction. I shall call her now. And even as I dial, I fanaticize about what she might be doing. Maybe she was doing what I...
MasturbationConversation Piece By Lorna E. Black The bedroom door opened slowly and she stood there in the doorway. 'Why are you wearing my clothes?' 'Oh, shit.' 'I said, why are you wearing my clothes?' 'I had better go.' 'Oh no you don't.' 'Why not, you've caught me, haven't you?' 'Just answer me this. Do you like wearing women's clothes?' 'Well... yes.' 'Why didn't you say?' 'Well it's not something you go around advertising, is it?' 'I think we should talk about...
The following sites have full permission to archive this story, if they choose to: Fictionmania, Nifty, Crystals Storysite, Sapphires Place, and Beverly's Balcony. All others should ask first. Posting this story on any pay site is prohibited. Conversation 2 (c)2002 by Veronica Moonlit Calvin Donnelly walked out of the Electronics Boutique with a copy of "The Adventures of Tron Bonne" in his hand. "Ah", he thought to himself, "I can finally torture Servbots. It sure took me...
You straddle my shoulders, aligning your balls to my mouth. I’m dizzy with your smell and automatically start painting your balls with my tongue making them dripping wet. I look up to see you’ve got a firm grip on your cock and you’re stroking, pulling your balls up, and grinding down as I suck one and then the other, then both. My mouth is full and I swirl my tongue and gently suck, my eyes locking with yours. You push up to release your balls from my mouth and I whimper and fight to keep...
You straddle my shoulders, aligning your balls to my mouth. I’m dizzy with your smell and automatically start painting your balls with my tongue making them dripping wet. I look up to see you’ve got a firm grip on your cock and you’re stroking, pulling your balls up, and grinding down as I suck one and then the other, then both. My mouth is full and I swirl my tongue and gently suck, my eyes locking with yours.You push up to release your balls from my mouth and I whimper and fight to keep them,...