Zak s Encounter with Louis Part 1
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It all started when I attended an off campus party of a friend of mine. She had one of those huge house parties where people from all over the spectrum were invited. Coming from a small town in Iowa I'd never really met anybody from outside my social circle before. When I was growing up I lived a rather privileged life. My dad was a very successful real-estate agent and my mom was a Mrs. Cleaver type so I was pampered and protected from the seamier side of life. But when I went away to...
Sir Vincent arrived at the private airfield attached to San Francisco International Airport in, as he himself would describe it, a cunt of a bad mood. The weather was far too hot for him, and he had a hangover that he couldn't shake. A tequila hangover of all things. He hadn't had a night on the slammers since his university days. And now he remembered why. He clambered out of the back of the town car, closely followed by his personal secretary, Jasmine. She was also one of his favourite...
BDSM3:00 PM MONDAY - NOVEMBER 5 I woke up on Monday at three o’clock in the afternoon. On a different day I would have sought out my big brother George, and seen if he had a little time to make love with his little sister. George is the very best big brother any girl could ever hope to ask for. I may have been the one that seduced him ten years ago, but he knows me better than I know me. He knows what I like, what I want, and what I need. More than that he truly loves me, and he tries to give me...
A NIGHT IN ST. LOUIS Work can really suck. At this moment I am sitting on an airplane wrapping up a three day business trip. Thank goodness I know how to make work fun. If someone gives you lemons, I say make lemon meringue pie, because lemonade is not good enough. What I am getting at is you have to make the most fun in your life, because life is too short. If you have a passion, make the most of it and enjoy your passion. My passion I have to keep hidden most of the time, but when I travel...
A NIGHT IN ST. LOUIS Work can really suck. At this moment I am sitting on an airplane wrapping up a three day business trip. Thank goodness I know how to make work fun. If someone gives you lemons, I say make lemon meringue pie, because lemonade is not good enough. What I am getting at is you have to make the most fun in your life, because life is too short. If you have a passion, make the most of it and enjoy your passion. My passion I have to keep hidden most of the time, but when I travel...
CrossdressingI'd been embarrassed before when a tennis ball popped open in public, but it had never happened on an airplane. Suddenly, I was confronted by fellow passengers; a call for help from an older lady across the aisle; a child's scream from the row of seats behind me, and a flight attendant's inquisitive eyes as she investigated the source of the sound. I held the limp remains of the tennis ball up for her to see. The cloud made by the powder inside the ball was dissipating, and the remnants...
Throughout our lives, we search for that special connection that completes us. If we’re lucky, we are able to find it at least once in our lifetime. While I doubt she is a member here, maybe someday she will read this and know that she still holds a place deep inside me. I have taken a few liberties with the storyline, but the names, location and connection are genuine. It’s a bit long, but I hope you find it worth reading. Constructive criticism is welcome. I watched as the three young ladies...
I had to go back to ST.LOUIS to see a close relative that became quite ill. My wife hugged me good-bye and left me feeling horny as always. I don’t know if she even knew that. I think she thinks that since I’m a bit over the hill, I do not get aroused anymore. Little does she know that my cock is always hard as a rock. I got on the road quite early since I knew that in order to reach about halfway, I would have to go about 500 miles the first day. after about 2 hrs., I stopped at a truckstop to...
This picture from a video reminds me of my first visit to “ The Club St. Louis / bathhouse “. After signing in and getting my room key and walking into the place I figured I would find much action since a majority of the guys were younger and much fitter than I. Went to my little private room and stripped down, grabbed my small carry bag and went to the restroom to take care of some personal hygiene. After getting back to my room I went ahead and made sure I was somewhat pre-lubed and packed a...
Some years back I was on business in St Louis and stayed at the Millennium Hotel near the arches. On the first night I was having a drink at the bar in the hotel lobby, you know the kind of thing, after midnight, only a few people there. I was sipping a Jack Daniel's on the rocks when this guy sat near me at the bar and struck up a conversation. He was a black guy, mid twenties, about 5'8" and slim. He has slightly longer dark hair, kind of punky. He said he was staying in town to go to a...
I was just laying in bed thinking of a hot co-worker of mine, Louis, who I’ve wanted to fuck for a while. He’s a tall, well-built guy dripping with sexual energy. I’ve not been shy about showing him how hot I think he is, but I hold back the fact that I think about having his cock in my mouth every time I see him. I want to go into his office, close and lock the door and walk over to him where I sit on the edge of the desk, slowly pull my skirt up to give him a good look at my cleanly shaved...
It had been a long two months. I was retraining factory workers in a small industrial town in Missouri who resented the fact I was trying to help them increase productivity. The guys who had been on the line for 20 to 30 years plus were so resistant that for the first time in my professional career, I had missed my goals (and lost out on several thousand dollars in bonuses from my job).I needed a break.I drove into St. Louis on a Saturday morning and got a hotel room at the airport Holiday...
LETTER FROM ST. LOUIS Dear Shoeblossom... ? I must write you about my tenant, Portia. She seems to have taken over the house... ? I gritted my teeth, kneeling on hands and knees on the kitchen table as Portia's thick razor?strop crashed against my tender bottom. She swung again, and it landed once again, and tears spurted out of my clenched lids. ? ?Can I be a man? Can I take what she's giving out? ? "Remember, Millard" Portia's sweet voice came through, "Be a man, show no reaction." ? Portia...
I had to go back to ST.LOUIS to see a close relative that became quite ill. My wife hugged me good-bye and left me feeling horny as always. I don't know if she even knew that. I think she thinks that since I'm a bit over the hill, I do not get aroused anymore. Little does she know that my cock is always hard as a rock. I got on the road quite early since I knew that in order to reach about halfway, I would have to go about 500 miles the first day. after about 2 hrs., I stopped at a truckstop...
Gay MaleOutside Cadiz, Spain. September 1823 Brigadier General Marcel Defarge greeted me with his usual ferocious scowl when I presented myself at his opulent headquarters, a hacienda outside the village of Port Royal, on the mainland across the lagoon from the besieged city of Cadiz. “I have some news which will delight you, English.” He waved a sheet of paper in his hand. Defarge always referred to me in private as ‘English’. I was not annoyed by the appellation, but hoped one day he would...
We will now relate what was passing in the house of the king's attorney after the departure of Madame Danglars and her daughter, and during the time of the conversation between Maximilian and Valentine, which we have just detailed. M. de Villefort entered his father's room, followed by Madame de Villefort. Both of the visitors, after saluting the old man and speaking to Barrois, a faithful servant, who had been twenty-five years in his service, took their places on either side of the...
Two days after, a considerable crowd was assembled, towards ten o'clock in the morning, around the door of M. de Villefort's house, and a long file of mourning-coaches and private carriages extended along the Faubourg Saint-Honore and the Rue de la Pepiniere. Among them was one of a very singular form, which appeared to have come from a distance. It was a kind of covered wagon, painted black, and was one of the first to arrive. Inquiry was made, and it was ascertained that, by a strange...
The Real Stepford Wives: Lizzie's Story By Emma F Author's Note: This story is a prequel to my prior story, "The Real Stepford Wives: Sophia's Story". Both stories are based on Sarah Barndt's original story "The Real Stepford Wives: Only Women Have Babies" and "The Real Stepford Wives: Sugar Plum Fairy" written by VI several years later. Sophia, along with some of the characters in the other two stories make cameo appearances here. *************************************** I...
The Real Stepford Wives - Vicky's Story By Emma F Author's Note: This is my third entry in the Stepford Series. This story is a prequel to my prior story, "The Real Stepford Wives: Lizzie's Story". Both stories are based on Sarah Barndt's original story "The Real Stepford Wives: Only Women Have Babies" and "The Real Stepford Wives: Sugar Plum Fairy" written by VI several years later. Lizzie, along with some of the characters in the original two stories make cameo appearances...
The Real Stepford Wives: Sophia's Story By Emma F Author's Note: This story is based on Sarah Barndt's original story "The Real Stepford Wives: Only Women Have Babies" and "The Real Stepford Wives: Sugar Plum Fairy" written by VI several years later. Some of the characters in those stories make cameo appearances here. ********************** I was four years into my career as a Big Four accountant. Two years ago, I had been promoted to senior associate and was hopeful about...
Introduction: Harry, Ginny, Hermione, and Ron get lost in the forbiden forest and finaly let their feeling for each other show. Ron and Hermione were strolling around the black lake, they werent actually dating but they were doing all the normal couples stuff except for the kissing and sex. They saw two people in the distance walking towards them. Is that Harry and Ginny Hermione asked. The red hair was unmistakeable and ten minutes later they sat down on the bank as Harry and Ginny (who were...
The Real Stepford Wives: Sugar Plum Fairy By VI This story is based on my favourite piece of TG fiction, which was written by the author Sarah Barndt. If you have never read 'The Real Stepford Wives: Only Women Have Babies' then please do so, as it is an imaginative and well told story. Thanks very much Sarah. ************************ I had been performing ballet since I was eight, and for the last six years had been with one of the American ballet companies. I think the fame...
The red hair was unmistakeable and ten minutes later they sat down on the bank as Harry and Ginny (who were dating) walked up to them. "Hey guys" Ginny said in a bouncy giddy voice she always used now it got even giddier when she was with Harry. "Hey" Ron replied "we were just heading back to school for lunch" "Bah that's dull" said Ginny almost actually bouncing now "come with us we're going to the forbidden forest" "You know the forest is forbidden for a reason" Hermione...
The Chelmsford Stalker By Michele Nylons The man sat at a corner table in the coffee shop surreptitiously eyeing off the woman sitting on a stool at bar. She was dressed in a navy blue suit; her jacket was open, revealing well-formed breasts swelling her white satin blouse, which opened to the second button so that a hint of lace bra was displayed. Her legs were crossed and her skirt had ridden up revealing most of her well-formed thighs atop long legs encased in sheer...
Once upon a time.... All my life I had always feared God. Growing up I thought he personally stared down at from Heaven watching my every move, listening to my every thought. It was this fear that has always kept me on the straight and narrow and given me my morale courage. My only sorrow is that I was unable to pass this fear down to my children and from this, there will be no retribution. I am surely damned as if I had spent a lifetime of murder and greed. With this knowledge I don't...
Introduction: Jessaica and her father take a road trip to the small california town Stepford to try a special kind of exotic meat, Bassed on a fictional town (Stepford) in the game SecondLife. Stepford Meat Swap Story: #47 Copyright 2010 Written: October 02 2010 A story By: KaosAngel Proofed by: KaosAngel Please send any comments about this story to ([email protected]) ********************************************************* ~~!! NOTE !!~~ This story is bassed on a fictional town within the...
The man sat at a corner table in the coffee shop surreptitiously eyeing off the woman sitting on a stool at bar. She was dressed in a navy blue suit; her jacket was open, revealing well-formed breasts swelling her white satin blouse, which opened to the second button so that a hint of lace bra was displayed. Her legs were crossed and her skirt had ridden up revealing most of her well-formed thighs atop long legs encased in sheer flesh-toned hose. He thought he could make out a subtle seam...
Story: #47 Copyright ©2010 Written: October 02 2010 A story By: KaosAngel Proofed by: KaosAngel Please send any comments about this story to ([email protected]) ********************************************************* ~~!! NOTE !!~~ This story is bassed on a fictional town within the game Second Life called Stepford, I would like to thank Ariana RoeCastle, Emilie Muggins & Jerrol Jarvinen of Stepford for thier approval of this...
Clifford sat up in bed feeling the warm body lying next to him. He looked down at the shape in the near darkness. Janet. Christ, why did it have to be this way? He had loved Tracy, he still did. So why was he in Janet's bed? Why did he have sex with her? Four times? Not one of them was anything like the times he had been with Tracy, and yet... He got out of bed and made his way to the window, padding in his bare feet across the carpet. He slowly pulled open the curtains and looked out at...
The Real Stepford Wives: Only Women Have Babies by Sarah Barndt I was once a normal, heterosexual male. That is, I was until I happened upon the town of Stepford. I was spending a few weeks there, installing some equipment at Stepford Pharmeceutical Labs, for the company I worked for. I had recently broken up with my fiancee and was glad to be back on the road as a working engineer. I enjoyed it, but Stepford was odd. All of the men wanted to ask me about my sex life when I...
All my life I had always feared God. Growing up I thought he personally stared down at from Heaven watching my every move, listening to my every thought. It was this fear that has always kept me on the straight and narrow and given me my morale courage. My only sorrow is that I was unable to pass this fear down to my children and from this, there will be no retribution. I am surely damned as if I had spent a lifetime of murder and greed. With this knowledge I don't feel fear anymore, just...
Louisa's mother felt guilty at the sense of relief she felt at being free of her troublesome younger daughter only a couple of days after burying her older sister. Dai Griffiths was surprised to find Louisa sat on the doorstep of his small terraced cottage in Glynneath when he returned home from work at the council recycling centre. "I thought you were supposed to be flying back home to Monaco with your parents today?" he queried. "That's no home!" she retorted. “It’s always...
The Real Stepford Wives Brown Sugar by Sarah Barndt I was once a normal, heterosexual male. That is, I was until I happened upon the town of Stepford. I was spending a few weeks there, installing some equipment at Stepford Pharmaceutical Labs, for the company I worked for. I had recently broken up with my fiancee and was glad to be back on the road as a working engineer. I enjoyed it, but Stepford was odd. All of the men wanted to ask me about my sex life when I visited 'the...
From 'The Autobiography of Miss Louisa Harper' ~ "Beauty comes from pain, Louisa. A proper young woman does not present herself unless she is properly coiffed, properly made-up, properly attired and wearing the proper accoutrements. That, Louisa, is what 'proper' means." Of course, I tried to argue. That is, after all, what an adolescent is supposed to do, but my mother would just purse her lips, shake her head in disgust and repeat that one sentence that she spoke most frequently...
From 'The Autobiography of Miss Louisa Harper' ~ "The summer of 1890 was to be the start of my new life. At fifteen years of age, I was to be presented to society and I had expected that I would then be considered an adult. That, at long last, I would have a say in my own life, my own destiny. That was not to be, though. I was still just a doll to be dressed and used as decoration in the home of my powerful parents. I was made up and dressed and used to impress the visitors who came...
Louisa turned around and looked into the deepest brown eyes she’d ever seen. Slowly she became aware of the fact that they belonged to a tall man on the other side of the counter. He was leaning against the counter, with a smile on his face. His hair was almost black and cut very short, and despite the early hour he had a five o’clock shadow on his face. He was wearing a long black winter coat and underneath it she could spot a black jumper with a V-neck that exposed some of his black chest...
Reddit Erin Ashford, aka r/ErinAshford! Erin Ashford is not a pornstar from a bygone age, nor is she a famous modern-day pornstar. She’s also not a semi-famous Twitch streamer gone nude, not an Instagram model that promotes flat tummy tea, and definitely not a XXX cam model. So who is she exactly, and why should you care about her? Truth be told, she isn’t really known outside of Reddit - she made her XXX debut on /r/GoneWild after posting a large selection of XXX pictures (and some videos) on...
Reddit NSFW ListFrom The Autobiography of Miss Louisa Harper ~ "The July Fourth holiday was always a huge event at Golden Bluffs, as it was at all Newport estates. Most notables of Boston, New York and Washington would vie for invitations to spend the holiday at Golden Bluffs, The Breakers or The Elms, and Independence Day in 1890 was grandest that anyone could ever recall. Despite the social stature of most of our guests, the holiday was dominated by a handsome bureaucrat from The United States Civil...
Author’s note: I had planned to take a break from writing and submitting stories to Literotica when I reached 300 submissions. I know I said that when I reached 100 and again when I reached 200 submissions but many of you loyal readers asked me to continue. Many of you also sent me story lines and topics to write about, some more detailed than others. Recently I received an e-mail from Peggy Sanford who has written several stories for Literotica and if you have a Literotica log-in and...
Stepford brothers (change to sisters!) By bojok71 Author's notes: this story serves to plug a hole, in my view, of the credibility of the Stepford stories. What if someone came looking for a lost relative? The answer is simple, and forms part of this story. Story notes: this story is very close, for obvious reasons, to the original Stepford story. However, it's new enough to be considered a new read. It's as sexual and interesting as my other stories. Thanks again to Sarah Barndt for...
Carmina and Louisa walked into the Larch home promptly at 9 am. The boys were in the living room, lounging on the huge sectional couch. "Right on time I see," said Mort, his voice oozing with lust. Expressing himself in the Bela Lugosi voice brought Carmina's short hairs on end. Adding to the effect, he tightened his lips baring his incisors. The Lycan was ready to satisfy his thirst and desire for the blood of a Virgin! "Mom. What is going on?" Louisa asked. "I'm sorry Louisa,"...
From 'The Autobiography of Miss Louisa Harper of New York and Newport' ~ "The day of Miranda's wedding was cloudy and overcast, so perhaps Aunt Ada had been correct. Perhaps God would not waste a beautiful day on a wedding that would lead to a loveless marriage. Instead of using the vast tents that had been erected on the lawns at Golden Bluffs, everything was moved into our grand ballroom, which was large, but could not accommodate everyone who'd been invited. So, tables were also...
From 'The Autobiography of Miss Louisa Harper' ~ "Langdon Beech-Thorndyke III was 'a catch.' Mother and Father thought that he would be a perfect match for me. He was twenty three and I was fifteen. My parents hoped that we would become betrothed that summer and then a grandiose wedding would follow in three years after I turned eighteen. This was my sister's summer, though. Miranda would be married in August to a Vanderbilt cousin who she barely knew. The opulent affair...
The next morning Forrest woke up at about 10 and woke me with a kiss on the lips. I surprised him by throwing my arms around him and deepening the kiss. I reached down under the covers and grabbed his balls. I played with them as I felt his dick start to harden. He did the same to me, squeezing my balls and moving them around in my loose sack, causing my dick to harden. Without a word, I grabbed my cloths and beckoned for him to do the same. After checking that his sister was still...
Her head felt like it was a melon. It felt huge as she slid back into reality. Slowly the fog lifted. Everything was fuzzy and it felt like she was swimming. Nothing connected. Slowly as consciousness returned, Louisa felt her labored breath, stroking in and out of her mouth. She gulped another breath as she fought to breathe. Her head was bowed forward, her chin settled on her chest as she panted. Order returned to her senses. She was alive. Lifting her head, she realized she was no longer...
We waved bye to Forrest’s and my parents as they drove off. It was summer break and they would be gone for several days. My friend Forrest and his 9 year old sister, Scout, were staying at my house for the time they were gone. None of our parents wanted us to be home alone, but they were fine if we were together. I was 15 and Forrest was 14, but he looks 10 or 11. I live in the middle of nowhere, but we found plenty of things to do during the day, but my favorite time was at night. My...
LOUISA LEARNS LOVE & LUST SLOW STYLE @ PROFS PETER'S SUMMER SEX SCHOOLLOUISA LOVE SEDUCTIVE SUBMISSIVE SEXTEEN TAKES TIME ...TO TAKE THIS TASTY TEASEOPEN ORIFICES LOVELY LOOKING LOVE LIPS SHY SEXY SMILES - BOTH BELOW AND ABOVESEXY SEX-STUDENT SHOT POSING @ PROFESSOR PETER'S PRIVATE PREMISSES, IN A'DAMTENDER TINY TIT TIGHT TWAT VERIFIED VICTORIAN VIRGIN - WARM WET WOMAN...
From 'The Autobiography of Miss Louisa Harper' ~ "The week prior to Miranda's wedding was a hectic and crowded one at Golden Bluffs. All of our relations came to Newport for the event and many of them stayed with us. Unfortunately, we also had many friends and business associates staying as well, which did lead to some difficult choices. Father was a self-made man who had family he wanted in attendance, but they were from a lower rung of society. So, since the rooms were assigned to...
Carmina sat on the center part of the large sectional couch, hunched over, rocking herself forward and back. Arms bent around her chest, fearful of her daughter's safety. "Why did I let this happen," repeatedly zipped through her brain. She realized she didn't have many options, but she felt terribly, having been forced into letting the Larch's sons have their way with her daughter. After crying to herself for hours, her tears had left her. All that was left was a few random dry...
Peggy Sanford stepped out of the elevator and into the lobby of the Roosevelt New Orleans Hotel. As she walked across the lobby she noticed several males obviously checking her out. She smiled to herself as she walked across the long spacious lobby. It always pleased Peggy that she could still attract such attention. Not that she should be surprised, for a married mother of two in her late forties, Peggy was still a very beautiful woman. Her long brown hair framed a face that belied her age,...
It was the summer before my second year of high school when I got a call from Darci Smith asking me to meet her at the high school the next day to help her clean out the costume room. Now Darci is the drama club teacher and the art teacher. Every guy in the school wants to fuck her and masterbates to her. Darci is in her early thirties, married, and looks like she is still twenty one. She has nice mid size tits, a fine ass, big blue eyes and blonde hair. She has a pert little hard body and...
"There's a man here to see you, Mr. Forrester; he says he's a detective from the Denver Police Force." Oh-oh, thought John. "Ok, send him in, Angela." "Hello, Mr Forrester; my name is Paul Donohue, I'm a detective from the Denver Police Force." "What can I do for you, Detective Donohue?" as I pressed the intercom so Angela could listen in discreetly out at her desk. "Well, Mr. Forrester, sometime last year I was handed a case in Denver that has us all baffled. It seems that two...
Chapter 1 Stephen sighed as he watched the world go by. "I still don't see why we have to move," he told his wife as he turned to look at her. "Because honey, the company is opening a new store in Stepford and they asked me to run it," Emily replied, not taking her eyes off the road. "Besides, the offer was too good to turn down and the house came as part of the job," Emily continued. "I'd thought that you'd be proud of me," she added. "And I am. Really," Stephen added as his wife...
I had been working in the construction industry a week when the foreman called me to his office. As I made my way over I wondered what I could have done wrong. As it had gone clocking off time I was annoyed that the meeting would be eating in to my free time. 'Aah, come in.' he said as I stepped through the door. 'Have a seat.' His office was much neater than I thought it would be. As I looked around the room I noticed that there were no girlie pictures like I had seen plastered up everywhere...
GayStreetwalker My wife and I enjoy a little roll playing in our marriage. My two favorite roll-playing games are the “Little Catholic Schoolgirl” and the “Streetwalker.” I love it when my beautiful wife puts on a “Catholic Schoolgirl” outfit that she got at a yard sale last summer. Usually I’m the “Head Mater” and have to punish her for something. She really gets into it too. It sure makes for some really good sex afterwards. Now the “Streetwalker” allows my tall slender wife to...
At 16, Louisa was considered by many to be an extremely beautiful girl. She was moderately short, but not too short, at five feet and almost, but not quite, two inches. Her weight matched her delicate frame as she hovered at about one hundred pounds. Louisa's long very fine hair was often sun-streaked, giving her light brown, almost auburn colored hair, a very exotic look. At night she would sit in front of her mirror, after her nightly bath, brushing it as it dried. Tonight she smiled at...
Meeting at Bedford MillsI had often thought about my friend Simone in the years since we had been at school together. After I graduated, I had moved to New York to pursue my career and with a husband and children, I had lost touch with Simone, but I knew that she had married a rich man whom she had met at college, and that they lived in Greenwich, Connecticut, but they had no children. I had also heard from other former classmates who had met her, that she had a glamorous lifestyle, with...
Mort was definitely perplexed at the change in Louisa. Moments ago she had been plying at her restraints. Trying to shake free. Then she had willingly had sex with Billy. All restraints removed. Now she was in front of him, not demanding. Not yelling. Just making a simple request. "I need to shower." The change in her attitude had been swift and appeared to be complete. "Please," she was saying. "Please join me in the shower." Looking down into her eyes, Mort saw the request echoed...