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1960s Stewardess

In the late 1960s, before pantyhose replaced stockings, I had a neat experience on a local commuter airline. Shortly after boarding one morning, I seated myself in an aisle seat where I knew I would have a nice view of the stewardesses. On this flight, there was one particularly beautiful stew–a young Asian woman in her mid-twenties, about 5’7′, trim, and slender legs. Her name was Lynn. Her uniform consisted of an off-white, knee-length dress, coffee-colored hose, and 2′ heels. As Lynn...

To Dress with Spirit

TO DRESS WITH SPIRIT "You know the locals say it's haunted," said my quirky friend Elena as we turned into the long carriage drive which led to the country house hotel in which I'd gained an internship. Her eyes were laughing as she said this, and I pinched her arm jokingly. "Pull the other one." We were both too worldly and rational to believe in ghosts. I'd heard the rumours about the hotel when I talked to people about the internship opportunity, and of course I'd dismissed...

Spanish Class

Betty had thought it quite funny at the time. She and Martha, both sixty-five-years-old, had joined other granny-aged women and men at the Spanish class organised by the local social group. Everyone in the group was at least in their sixties, and some much older.Catalina had agreed to run the classes. She was eighteen-years-old and a student at the local college, and thought that helping all the oldies would be good fun, as well as good training for her chosen career as a teacher. However, she...

Pru and her Knickers

In the early 1980s I won a role in a film that involved a certain amount of, implied, sexual interaction in bed. In that era it wasn’t anything like as graphic as sex on film is these days but I was to be in bed with a fellow actor with both of us being, supposedly, ‘nude’. I was topless but my breasts wouldn’t be seen properly on film whereas Mike was to be completely naked because towards the end of the scene his back and the top of his buttocks would be seen. It was a closed set with a...

IN FLIGHT ENTERTAINMENT CHAPTER 1 AIRCREW TRAINING

It is a cliche that a significant proportion of male airline cabin crew are gay, but it is less well-known that this is true of the female stewardesses as well. This was all the more the case back in the 1960s and 1970s, when repression elsewhere combined with the racy ‘jet set’ lifestyle of the aircrews to make it an especially attractive career for homosexuals. The result was an international melting-pot of lesbian activity, ignored by the authorities and police. I already knew that...

1969 Part One

The late 1960s is famous for the many new freedoms given to females. Even the lead in sexual adventure became a domain for many. But having to “start sometime” meant that there was a carryover of a proper, polite, perhaps even docile, generation. That generation was raised one way, and instantly allowed to become the “other” way. Taking the restrictions off of that group was the ultimate in human dynamics. In her mind, Melissa had it all. She even had the freedom to explore cross cultural...

Lynn My First Photo Shoot

My name is Lynn, an Asian woman now approaching sixty. Looking back at the good old days in the late 1960s, I am reminded of how my infatuation with nylon stockings began. Although nylon stockings were common attire then, I developed a special obsession with them, much more than my peers in college. To this day, I still indulge in wearing sensual lingerie and expensive RHT and FF stockings all the time. Although nylon stockings just about disappeared after the 1970s, I never stopped wearing...

King of the Castle we want a party in a castle

King of the Castle Copyright Oggbashan September 2016The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. This is a Halloween fantasy with femdom.Ruritania is the fictional country of Anthony Hope’s novels The Prisoner of Zenda and Rupert of Hentzau. I have used the name Ruritania for this...

The Many Loves of Dobie Gillis 4 May is Gone Maynard is Back

Note: "Milton Armitage III" was played by Warren Beatty. The Many Loves of Dobie Gillis 4: May is Gone; Maynard is Back Created by Max Shulman Produced by Rod Amateau [1959-63] Parodied by Ron Dow75 Dobie Gillis, blond, crew cut, average early 1960s Working- Middle Class Dobie Gillis was at his usual marble bench in the park, bent over with his chin on his fist just like Rodin's statue, "The Thinker", a copy of which was just behind him. He rose, "I have a problem. I know...

Kiss Me Bianca 5

THE LONG NIGHT -or- TO SLEEP, PERCHANCE TO DREAM "I don't know how much sounds like a lot of money to you, Mrs Foley..." "DOCTOR Foley," Marilyn interrupted Rita. She usually let the prefix alone when not on campus, but when dealing with people in other professions, it didn't hurt to remind them that her full name was 'Dr. Marilyn Foley, Ph.D.' "I'm sorry, you were saying?" Rita was in business mode, which Marilyn found a bit phony and she didn't love having people giving off the...

Anzu James Naked in OrbitChapter 14 Saturday Night

I got to the suite just as Botilda was going in, and we didn't get the door closed before Rashida showed up. "You ready to jee-up 'till you burn?" the somewhat sweaty-looking dark Monroe asked. Botilda started laughing, and couldn't seem to stop. I was entranced by the musical quality of my lover's laughter. Rashida rolled her eyes, but then she looked at me as if studying my body. "You're not really wearing a see-through scarf, are you?" she asked, "'Cause I don't think...

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Hell on the Highway

Dad’s new car was a Triumph. Actually, it wasn’t really new and was not much of a triumph either. He was proud as punch, though, bringing our first family car home the evening before our annual week’s summer holiday. Holidays were a trying time back in those days, the early 1960s. For the short six weeks of the school holidays, the weekends became like the migration of lemmings. The English road system was pretty much as had existed since the 1930s, when there were probably more horse-drawn...

Living Doll

= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Actions, situations, and responses are fictional ONLY and should not be attempted in real life. If you are under the age or 18 or do not understand the difference between fantasy and reality or if you...

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Lorem Ipsum is simply dummy text of the printing and typesetting industry. Lorem Ipsum has been the industry’s standard dummy text ever since the 1500s, when an unknown printer took a galley of type and scrambled it to make a type specimen book. It has survived not only five centuries, but also the leap into electronic typesetting, remaining essentially unchanged. It was popularised in the 1960s with the release of Letraset sheets containing Lorem Ipsum passages, and more recently with desktop...

Haitians in North America

The name is Samuel Xavier. A big and tall, openly bisexual young Black man of Haitian descent who has lived in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts, for a decade. I’m heading to Canada in a few days. I’ll stop by Buffalo first to get some things squared away. I’m glad to be leaving the city of Brockton. My once-beloved city has begun to disgust me. The racism of the city’s white men and white women, especially the civil servants ( librarians, police officers and teachers) is appalling. Also...

Men s Rights Activist in College

Howdy, folks. The name is Kurt Lob. I’m a tall, good-looking, thirty-something black man living in Virginia. I’m the Athletic Director of Mason College, a private four-year college located near a small town of the same name in Eastern Virginia. The school only has two thousand students. The student body was sixty percent female and forty percent male when I came along. I changed that. I’m responsible for renovating the place and putting it on the map. How did I do that? By strengthening and...

There Must Be A Mistake Ch 17

Note: All persons in this novel are fictitious. If you are looking for a great deal of explicit sexual activity, this story is not for you. Those scenes that are included will be evocative rather than just for the sake of sex itself. This story is for your reading pleasure. Its length is undetermined at this time, because I do not know where my mind will take me along the way. I hope you will stay with me during this journey until it reaches its inevitable conclusion. Note: This chapter is...

In Her Father s Footsteps Ch 01

Erotic Adventures of Sexy British Super-Spy Jane Bond Jane looked around M’s spacious office. M’s huge desk dominated the office. She wondered why M needed such a big desk, when all that was on it was an ink blotter, a stand holding a gold pen, and a telephone. She wondered if a big desk, like a big gun, was a macho spy’s way of compensating for certain, um, physical inadequacies. M was definitely from the old school. Not only did he not have a desktop computer, like practically everyone else...

IN THE HEADMISTRESS S STUDY SUMMER OF 1961 CHAPTER 1 THE SIXTH FORM GIRL

It was a warm day in the early summer of 1961 at Hirstmere Hall, an exclusive boarding school for girls in the southern English countryside. In a top floor study-bedroom, seventeen year-old Sixth Form pupil Susan Meacham was enjoying what she liked best: applying her tongue and fingers to a girl’s cunt and hearing the whimpering moans as she took her to climax. Susan was an adept pussy-eater who had given satisfaction to quite a few girls in her class; she followed the adage often uttered...

Crystal Passion Ch 01

Chapter One How well did I ever really know Crystal Passion? I ask that because everyone says that no one knew her better than me. And that’s just not true. It’s obvious why so many people believe I know more about her than the dozen or so others who were with her on that last fateful tour. I’m the one who renowned American rock critic Polly Tarantella has elevated to the status of Chief Guardian of the Crystal Passion legacy. Of the rest of us who were there, does anyone remember...

Catching Colleen

Catching Colleen Ch. 01 Rounding Third and Heading for Home It was my last game. The wear and tear on my knees caused sharp, nagging pain, and my doctor said stop or live the rest of my life as a cripple. I thought of the ache in my arm, how hard it got to lift that arm as the season and seasons went on–and how I somehow managed to make good throws anyway. I took foul tips into the forearm, the thighs, a hand, almost every game. Torment. But even then it was not an easy decision to stop. I...

Living Doll

A few years ago I was watching a news show on television when they did a segment with the title, “Does Your Name Shape Your Destiny?”“Damned straight!” I yelled at the television even before the announcer began his bit. The answer, by the way, was “Yes,” but I already knew that because my name is... Barbie.My full name is Barbara Millicent Roberts, but growing up, my parents, Margaret and George Roberts insisted that everyone call me Barbie. Mom called me “Barbie Doll” until I was a teenager...

Fantasy & Sci-Fi

Our Neighbour in Lockdown

This is purely a fantasyWe moved into our home nearly a decade ago. Our garden is not attached to our house and we have to get access through our neighbour’s garden. Roger, our neighbour, was widowed a few years before we moved next to him and is now in his late 70s. He can be cantankerous and rude and we have had many disputes with him over our access rights. I have not really gotten on with him, but my wife has tolerated him. The good Samaritan in my wife came out immediately at the time of...

Black Politician Breeds Married White Press Secretary

Race relations in the United States have improved markedly since the 1960s, although some blacks and whites still have lingering prejudices, especially in the South. I’ll admit that even being born in Alabama in 1988, and raised in the 1990s and early 2000s, many of my family and neighbors still held resentments from the racial strife in the 1960s. I tried to rise above those influences, but it was difficult.My name is Avery, and after high school I attended a moderately-liberal college in...

Booby Trap

Booby Trap Copyright Oggbashan April 2018The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.This story is set in the 1960s.+++I like big breasts. Since I was adult I was attracted to big women with large breasts but my lack of height made me an unlikely boyfriend for any woman who had them....

Becoming Julie part 1 ndash The Earliest Years no se

Becoming Julie, Part 1My name is Anthony, or just Tony, for short. I was born in the American South, in the 1960s. Fortunately I was born in a college town, which meant there were educated people around, and the town was progressive, both politically and sexually, which is good for the rest of this story.I was an only c***d. My parents raised me to love everything about life. From early on I went to movies and plays with them. Our town was small enough that sometimes, weeks after a play, my...

261 THE DATE THAT CHANGED MY LIFE

261, THE DATE THAT CHANGED MY LIFE(THE ORIGINS OF MY FETISHES?)Well, here I was, just off a flight from Cyprus, just back from a six-month military detachment, 21 years old, bronzed 6 foot 4 tall, and still growing, suntanned, hair bleached blond, and on leave for 21 lovely days. There was a group of about 200 of us and we were ready for home. Unusually we were on leave from the airport, and we each had a lumpy army suitcase, and a bulky kitbag. We were instructed not to wear our UN berets,...

Rachel fulfills her wildest dreams

With her three young daughters tucked up in bed Rachel sat watching the TV and, for the first time, she had chance to reflect on what had happened to her that day. She’d cheated on her husband and she knew that today’s huge events for her were going to change her life. She’d been married for fifteen happy years to Trevor and, despite him being away abroad for long periods, if she was feeling horny while he was away she would masturbate but it didn’t really solve the problem. She had never...

the story of Pornographic film

Early years: 19th centuryImages from early Austrian erotic movies (about 1906, first image showing Am Sklavenmarkt) by photographer Johann Schwarzer and his Saturn Film companySee also: History of erotic depictionsProduction of erotic films commenced almost immediately after the invention of the motion picture. Two of the earliest pioneers were Frenchmen Eugène Pirou and Albert Kirchner. Kirchner (under the name "Léar") directed the earliest surviving erotic film for Pirou. The 7-minute 1896...

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Looking for Hope

Looking For Hope By Dawn DeWinter CHAPTER 1 - DOWN THE MANHOLE Hope is gone. There is no sign of hope. Hope is nowhere to be found. She hasn't replied to an e-mail since the eleventh. Why doesn't she answer? She can't be on vacation. If she were, she'd have told us all. She's always kept in touch before. Why not now? It's not like Hope to have gone missing. Where is Hope? Does anyone know where she lives? Where she works? Does she live or work in New York City? Tell me if...

Altered Fates The Cult

(Author's Note: This story takes place after Altered Fates: Return to Kennet Cove, and contains spoilers for that tale.) ALTERED FATES: THE CULT By BobH (c) 2004 June 7th, 1968. Barry Hudson, gunned the motor on his ancient VW Beetle, urging it on through the choking dust thrown up by its passage over the bumpy dirt track leading to his destination. "C'mon, you Nazi piece of crap," he said through gritted teeth, "just get us over this rise and we're there, I promise." When...

Night Skies Hotel VII The Sands of Time

Night Skies Hotel VII: The Sands of Time By Solari Historian's note: This story is set during the "modern" era of the Night Skies Hotel. It isn't necessary to have read the other NSH stories in order to appreciate this one, but there are some references to events and characters from those stories. ************************************************************************************** Flashes of blinding white light flared across the cerulean blue skies above the rolling campus...

A Nightmare in Silk and Lace 4

A NIGHTMARE IN SILK AND LACE 4 By Cordellian With editing and additional loveliness by Rhonda Wagram Gemma Layton gazed around her new office with a deep and glowing sense of satisfaction. A traditional girl at heart, she had modelled the d?cor and layout on Don Draper's office in the TV series "Mad Men". There was a big desk with photos of her family displayed prominently, and an executive leather swivel chair with head rest and arm rests....

Fictions

The witch granted my wish to be Wonder Woman's lover, but it turned out things aren't quite how they're depicted in the comics.... FICTIONS by BobH (c) 2013. All characters are (c) their respective owners I poured myself a Scotch and gazed out of the window for a few seconds, marvelling again at my good fortune, before turning my attention back to the television. Had I wanted I could've been down on the mall with everyone else, listening as the President gave his speech...

The Unbearable Lightness of Lace pt 1

The Unbearable Lightness of Lace Dedicated to the genius that is Melissa Daniels AUTHOR'S NOTE: 'The Unbearable Lightness of Lace' is a serial story that I've been writing on the Locked in Lace interactive Force Fem role-play site run by Melissa Daniels, which originally took its inspiration from the 'Hotel' story by the equally talented genius that is Deborah Ford. While not quite finished yet, I have enough of the story in final draft form that I can begin compiling it for...

Maybe It s Magic Chapter 4

Maybe It's Magic - Chapter 4 by RH Music Chapter 4: My "secret" is revealed The next morning. I wake up in my own bed, feeling wonderful. I think about what had happened the day before. Wearing the sweater, going to Home Ec, sewing, laundry, and then that far out sex with Morgen. After it was over and we had come down from that trip, we just stared at each other and laughed! A kind of hysterical, 'I can't believe what just happened' crazy laughter. What an amazing day. I...

Bebe in LaLa Land 1

STARTING OVER -or- I CAN'T GO BACK TO YESTERDAY, BECAUSE I WAS A DIFFERENT PERSON THEN "Ladies." The Drama teacher clapped her hands to call the class to order. The girls had all been working in small groups to this point. "Ladies, please!" She clapped again and the girls all became quiet and turned their attention towards the teacher. "Thank you, ladies. I want to introduce a new student who has just moved here from Worcester, Massachusetts. This is Miss Bianca Foley." The girls...

sindi

etsindi ? ?To be frank I am confident that you will be pleased with the result." He said as he led her down the corridor, his?head down?staring at?his feet and actually feeling the reverse.. " I think you will admit Mrs Bishom the brief you gave us was not very detailed -?" mute sentient suffering "?I think was the nub of the thing -?however I believe we understood your requirements and that our interpretation will be to your taste." The woman turns to him as her heels click on the...

1967 summer of love

Summer of love 1967 The 1960’s were lots of things, from a war protest to a drugged out haze. Picture it, 1967, the summer of love. You’re doing Acid in the golden gate park with a group of like-minded Hippies who would rather make love then continue the Vietnam War. A few blocks away from the Park was the famous Intersection of Height Ashbury. That neighborhood became famous for the hippies it attracted. Low property values due to a proposed freeway meant cheap houses for sale or rent. The...

Starting Over

STARTING OVER Dirk Robinson sat on the couch in front of his TV, watching some inane sitcom and realizing for the thousandth time that his life was a failure. It had started out well, but due to his own choices, it had spiraled out of control over the last few decades. He ruminated on those choices, wishing he could go back and unmake some of them. His grades in his New Jersey High School had been overall passing, but not spectacular, because of his own lack of motivation. He had...

My Uncle Henry and My Incredible Life

How to describe my uncle Henry? He was a complicated chap. He was really as crooked as anything, yet he would never do anything to wrong another person. Make no mistake, if someone tried to take the piss out of him, he would be an implacable foe and would deal with them accordingly. In general, he did not, to use that age old expression, ‘sail close to the wind’ at times. What he would do was get a ruddy huge steamboat and sail wherever the fuck he wanted. Our family originally came from the...

They Needed a Jump

My Saturday started off with nothing to do. I was in that awkward stage right after my divorce, at a high risk for a train-wreck rebound relationship, and determined not to plunge into one. Relationships aside, after having spent the entire eight-month divorce process dateless, my backlogged carnal needs had reached legendary proportions. My first stop for the day was the gas station near my house, and my reason for preferring it was in rare form today. My gas station is right next to a gym,...

Passion 4 Sailing With the Hudsons

Los Angeles, California. March 2002. "Welcome to Hollywood!" The Rastafarian grinned, opening his arms to all around him. "Everybody who comes to Hollywood's got a dream! Some dreams come true, some don't." He pointed at random people on the street around him. "What's your dream? What's your dream? Hey, pretty woman! What's your dream?" "I'm still figuring that out," Erika Christensen replied with caution. The man was one of many strange people moving around her on Hollywood...

vChapter 13

Bone deep weariness suffused Vidya, from her toes to her bones. She had never felt quite so exhausted before in her life – even at the worst crunch during her training to join with the space survey. That had been several weeks of training on the Indian lunar colony. She had trained in both hard vac-suits and in mechanical counterpressure suits, and gone through every single drill of spacecraft maintenance and operation that she might have needed to follow through while being in detached...

Utopian RefugeeChapter 5

“How are you doing?” “I’m uncomfortable. I’m thirsty. I’m hungry. I’m bored out of my mind. My diaper is dirty. How do you think I’m doing?” Jane snapped at him. “Sounds like you are doing as well as can be expected,” Jack answered with a smile. “Screw you.” “What problem of yours should I address first,” Jack pondered aloud. “How about untying me?” Jack answered, “No.” “Change my diaper before I get diaper rash,” Jane said glaring at him. “What is diaper rash?” Jack asked looking at...

Dave s Australian OdysseyChapter 51 Down the West Coast

Monday Week 24 It was hard to imagine that it was only a week ago we drove into Broome, Dave thought as he lay in bed waiting for Jill to wake up. So much has happened in that week, almost unbelievably good experiences. He realised that today was going to be just a transit day, with not a lot of interesting things to see at the other end. He was hopeful that they would only be on the road for about five hours, as he planned his next stop to be at the Sandfire Roadhouse, which was only 323...

Crystal PassionChapter 4

It's often assumed that because I've been cast as Crystal's best friend, I'm also the one who knows most about her childhood or at least about her life before she became a musician. That's just not true. Her husband Mark knew Crystal's family far better than I ever did. Mark was never really a close friend. In fact, I regarded him rather more as a rival. Neither Crystal nor Mark were jealous lovers but that wasn't what it was like for me, although I accepted Crystal's sexual...

The Three Signs Book 4 LisaChapter 37 Bicentennial Year ndash Part 1

We were pretty slow to start on New Year’s Day; it wasn’t until early afternoon that we all got together in the studio. Fifa and Peter were there to talk about how the tours had gone so far, and the schedule for the month ahead. “Well, it’s been great so far,” Peter said. “Huge crowds in each city, ticket sales above our estimates. It’s looking very good for this month, too. Brisbane, in particular, has sold out four of the five nights already, and the fifth night is selling well.” “Now,...

1969 Part one

The late 1960s is famous for the many new freedoms given to females. Even the lead in sexual adventure became a domain for many. But having to “start sometime” meant that there was a carryover of a proper, polite, perhaps even docile, generation. That generation was raised one way, and instantly allowed to become the “other” way. Taking the restrictions off of that group was the ultimate in human dynamics. In her mind, Melissa had it all. She even had the freedom to explore cross cultural...

The Store

Monday, 6:42 a.m. The alarm clock rang in his ear – its shrill whine piercing the thin veil of sleep. His hand blindly reached out and felt the surface of the electronic device. His fingers finally found what they were looking for – the snooze button. He pressed it, granting him another ten minutes of solitude in his bed. By the third time he pressed the button, something inside his head became resigned to the fact that he really wasn’t going to fall back to sleep. He rolled over one last...

The Man Who Remembered Ch 01

Lev Davidovich carefully dripped one spoonful of honey into his tea. On the checkerboard tablecloth, the glass sat like a bull’s-eye, the drops of honey hitting the exact center of the target. “Ah,” he thought, “I was a marksman at the academy, but I never got to shoot in the field. Just as well.” A CD player, a holiday gift from his son the fairly honest businessman in St. Petersburg, played music he bought the day before when his pension check arrive. “Papa, you like that old music, now you...

A Successful Experiment

Day 0 Greg was unpacking his fourth box of books when someone knocked on the front door of his apartment. ‘Just a minute!’ he called, then set down his copy of The Impending Crisis on an empty bit of bookshelf. He had no idea who this could be. After all, he’d just moved in, and he didn’t know anyone here to begin with. Still, it was best not to be impolite. Making his way through his piles of crap, he finally reached the door and opened it. ‘Hi, neighbor!’ said a cheerful young blond woman....

The Husband s Story

Note 1: This story contains no explicit sex. Thus it has been submitted in the Non-Erotic category. It is, however, about a husband and wife, both of whom commit adultery. Note 2: The story tends towards the deep-and-meaningful. It has psychological and philosophical references. If you’re not into that kind of thing, it might be best to give it a bit of a swerve and look elsewhere for a story more to your tastes. ********** Preface My first story, Lue to Lucy and Back, was submitted as...

Then and Now

This very short story is my entry in the Literotica 2008 Earth Day Contest. I hope you enjoy it. ********* ‘Remember that?’ ‘Yeah.’ ‘Who knew how big it would become.’ ‘You did, as I recall.’ ‘Told ya so.’ He smiled. They watched the Earth Day coverage on holovision. ‘God that was a long time ago.’ ‘Wasn’t it? Just think. We wouldn’t even be around if it weren’t for the aging decelerators. And with the rejuvenators you don’t look a day over 40. Well, maybe 45.’ She giggled at her...

Why Black Men Crave Black Women

I love big Black women. I’ve been addicted to big beautiful Black ladies ever since I could remember. I’ve been collecting videos and magazines specifically geared to my unique interest for ages. My name is Jackson LeBrun. I’m twenty seven years old and I’m a Canadian man of Haitian descent who’s strongly attracted to Black women. I’m addicted to the Black ladies and I don’t want to be cured. I love what my fascination makes me. A Black female worshiper. A six-foot-three, lean and muscular...

Why Are Black Women So Rude

Sometimes, I think living in the city of Brockton must be a curse. Yeah, that must be it. In a past life, I must have done something horrible. How else could you explain the kind of person I seem to attract? The meanest guys and the cruelest of women. The very worst humanity has to offer. I can’t stand any of them. Sometimes at night, I pray that God or the Devil, whichever one is listening would send a flood to wipe out the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. Seriously, the world is a better...

The Nun

Admittedly, I'm an alcoholic, though recovering now. In my early thirties my addiction to alcohol had reached its peak and I was on a slippery slide downhill. I had become a blackout drunk, unpleasant to be around, at best. Old friends shunned me and when I wasn't drunk, I was physically ill with the DTs. The only cure was to get drunk again. A merry-go-round of horror, familiar to any drunk who has survived long enough.I did odd jobs as infrequently as possible to pay for my habit. I lived...

Duke s

No one can remember when the street lights last worked. Now the corner is only lit by the garish glow from the 24-hour laundromat and Mr. Chow's Chinese neon across the street. I park in front of the heavily shuttered shoe store and turn off the car."Ahhh... what the hell?" you mutter, leaning forward to peer out the window at the dark, deserted street, sparkling with jewels of false hope after the evening's short rain."We're here.""We're where, exactly?""Club.""I do not see any...

Guess Who s Back

Guess who’s back? It’s me, Samuel! The fine, good-looking, big and tall black stud of Haitian-American Bad Boy and Erotica Writer who has been dazzling you for a while now. Life has been tough on me lately. I’ve come face to face with my down destruction and somehow survived. Now, I am back and better than before. What a lonely place the world would be without its favorite bisexual black male writer. Who else would stand up for the rights of men, uphold the rights of blacks, and to defend...

The Master of the Kollar

= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Actions, situations, and responses are fictional ONLY and should not be attempted in real life. If you are under the age or 18 or do not understand the difference between fantasy and reality or if you...

Black Men Black Women United

A lot of black men are always complaining about black women. And many more black women are complaining about black men. The truth is that men and women will always have issues and misunderstandings. Race has nothing to do with it, trust me. I wish more people would realize that. I am a big and tall, ruggedly handsome and friendly young black man who will never give up on the sisters. That is my solemn promise. Lots of young black men on the Bridgewater State College campus social scene are...

Why I Hated The Guy From The FBI Ch 14

Note: This story is a novel. All characters, places, and time frames are fictitious and any references are strictly coincidental in nature. The author retains all rights to this story. 47. Another Domino Falls Ann was very pleased that her bouts of morning sickness were now passed and she could concentrate totally on the upcoming festivities of her wedding. Charlie had been an absolute trooper in coordinating everything to this point. The only person she had ever seen that could strike more...

Going Nova ch 5 The Girls Sleepover Begins

“OMG,” Elsie said, “Remember when you wore this all the time?” Brie rolled her eyes at the oversized garment. “Yesss, I thought I was so hip-hop back then.” “Brie, hip-hop is the last thing you’ll ever be,” Elsie teased. She pulled the shirt on and flipped her hair out of it. She posed cheekily. Brie gave her a once-over, “You wear it better than I ever did. I bet even Mia would approve.” Elsie lit up at the suggestion. She twisted in the mirror, smoothing the shirt down her body as she...

A Lawyer Becomes A Saint

My name is Charles Havers Jameson. A tall, good-looking black gentleman with a body that both sexes can’t help but stare at. I’m the man who’s going to dazzle you with the story of his life. I’m a senior partner at Darwin & Jameson, one of the top law firms in the Boston Area. I love my job. Practicing law is what I do. The firm got started ten years ago. I had just passed the bar exam when my former roommate and college buddy James Darwin approached me. He attended Morehouse College with me...

Cassandra s Last Spotlight

‘I have a son. He’s going to come and get me someday. Maybe you’ll be here when he does.’ The head of a man in a wheelchair nearby snapped up. In his day he’d written many a gangster movie script, and the phrase ‘get me someday’ that the old movie star, Cassandra, had spoken to her visitor hit him a bit differently than perhaps it was meant. Suddenly he was all ears, which meant he needed to move a bit closer, because all ears in his case required the help of hearing aids. Cassandra looked up...

An All Male Private College

My name is James Hyperion. The year is 2030. I am ninety years old. I am dying. Nothing can change that fact. That’s okay because I am a man who has led a very fulfilled life. I was born in Atlanta, Georgia, in the year 1940. The eldest son of a poor African-American family. Nevertheless, I did fairly well for myself. I won a scholarship to the Georgia Institute of Technology in 1968 and graduated in 1972 with a degree in engineering. Ten years later, I started my own company, Hyperion...

Adventure Down South

MARCH 2010 Comanche smoke signals of dust rise from an uneven dirt road, a half mile away. Beth’s bouncing pickup emerges from the cloud, an arrow aimed at Jim Ed’s southwest pasture barn. Beth and Jen stagger from the barn, loaded with gear. Jim Ed Andrews, III leans against his white crew cab pickup. He grins at the pony-tailed brunettes, who are irritated at our lack of assistance. The two girls are roughly 5-5, 120, with nice chests. Both are athletic and bright. Beth is dark skinned....

West Side Gun Moll

On a cold Saturday in February, 1975, Michelle Hanley and Judith Weinberg went to see Bonnie and Clyde at a revival house, the Cinema Village on 12th Street. The two were sophomores at the City College of New York. When they came out, they decided to walk a few blocks to a bar.Judy said, “How about the Cedar Tavern? It’s just a couple of blocks from here.”“No, let’s go to Googie’s today. It’s a little more cozy, I think.”Judy looked over at her taller friend and admired her gray knee-high...

A summers week end

She arrived in the early evening and the fun began. Had a long slow diner a few drinks and retired to our room. We made love most of the night and eventually sated fell asleep. I was rudely awakened by a hand slapping down on my bare arse. I yelped the, light was pouring into the room in violent bright rays that stabbed at my eyes. Carol was wide awake and planted a kiss on my red stinging bum. Excitedly she told me to get up as she wanted an early walk along Southsea sea front. We showered...

GRACE NOTES

Chili met Grace during his last semester of college at a university in Maryland, a couple months before he would graduate in the spring of 1978. He met her at his dorm, or ‘mod’ as it was called, which was pretty much known as party central around the complex. It was a very modern dormitory for its time: it was co-ed and consisted of apartments housing four or six students in each. Chili’s housed six, with two double rooms, two singles, two baths and a kitchen and living area. Chili’s five...

The Toymaker

While other specialists had their designs made in China and made about £1 profit per unit Oleg did almost the whole production process in house and sold them direct to his customers. Specialist designs unavailable elsewhere. Dildoes and Butt plugs for smugglers. False Tits, False Baby Bumps. But the real profit was in the Arab market. Jihad. Something for that unforgettable bang. Exploding butt plugs. Exploding dildoes. He especially liked the exploding dildoes. They had to be quite...

The Curator Ch 06

Chapter 6: History Repeats Herself Martin spoke first while Sue’s face started to turn beet red. ‘Bravo! You managed to activate it!’ Charlie was equally excited. ‘Maggie Barnes was the only other woman to get it to engage–modern woman I should say.’ Sue was completely conscious of being bare-chested and sweaty from her lustful exertions. She couldn’t believe she lost control like that. What was I thinking? Sue just wanted off the horse and to get dressed. She couldn’t remember being more...

Strippers and Prostitutes Ch 15

Chapter 15 ‘Dana’s’ Fiftieth Celebrations Author’s notes: 1. This series follows on from my previous series ‘Mixed Emotions’ in which the characters are introduced and developed. It is strongly recommended that ‘Mixed Emotions’ is read first. 2. This is a work of fiction. The activities and practices described in this series are neither condoned nor recommended. If you choose to do anything described in real life with real people you do so at your own risk. 3. All characters are fictional...

What Mom Knows Fucks Her Mom

Summary: Nana is seduced and dommed by daughter and grandson. Note 1: Thanks to Robert, Wayne and goamz86. Note 2: This is part 7 of a continuing incest series (although it is much more complex than a simple incest story). I highly recommend you read the first six parts as the layered subplots may be confusing without the background information...but here is a very brief primer of the series so far: In WHAT MOM DOESN'T KNOW WILL FUCK HER 18-year-old Curtis goes to a Halloween party...

When Correctly Viewed Everything is Lewd

If you are under the age or 18 or do not understand the difference between fantasy and reality or if you reside in any state, province, nation, or tribal territory that prohibits the reading of acts depicted in these stories, please stop reading immediately and move to somewhere that exists in the twenty-first century. Archiving and reposting of this story is permitted, but only if acknowledgment of copyright and statement of limitation of use is included with the article. This story is...

Avenging Angel chapter 5

Consciousness returned slowly. I lay on a soft bed in an unfamiliar room. The décor was pink and there were quantities of lace. It was warm, with subdued hidden lighting. I was naked. My arms, shoulders, back, anus and testicles ached. So did my head. My nipples felt sore. I struggled to sit up but the headache forced me flat again and shut my eyes. The door opened and a woman entered. She wore a sexy little black dress and killer heels. I tried to apologise for being in her room but she...

Avenging Angel chapter 2

I lay in my hotel bed and mulled over the ‘evening’s entertainment’, as Mandy called it, until sustained arousal compelled me to masturbate. During the moments before I came I found myself recalling sex with Laura. Annoyed, I showered, made a cup of coffee and forced myself to consider the film’s implications. I tuned into the hotel’s Wi-Fi. If ‘Castration Festivals’ were real events, I reasoned, there must be evidence for men disappearing without explanation and perhaps reappearing after...

Seduced By My Hot Mother in law

My wife and I started going out during her first year of physiotherapy training at the main hospital of a city in South West England, when I was a second-year student at the university. We had met just over a year earlier at a party for new students at the church where she and her parents were members. She was then still at school, and although we sort of became friends, there was no hint of a romantic relationship at the time. I had a number of girlfriends during my first year at university;...

Twelve Days a Slave 8 of 13

After the woman is convicted, a “sentence negotiator” gets her sentence reduced to a public day of repentance followed by eleven days of public punishment. Following that, she is to serve one year of penal servitude. This story deals with non-consensual punishment, pain, and involuntary slavery. If such topics offend you or upset you, I would advise skipping this particular book. There are thirteen chapters to this story. The chapters can be read on their own, but the story is much...

Ripe For Picking Part 4

By Kevin Moore Bryan tied me to the bed in double quick time, and then retrieved a Pentax Spotmatic camera from the wardrobe - I later discovered that the man was a professional photographer, and that bum-boys and pornography were his two main passions in life. As he fiddled with the camera, a naked black man entered the room. 'Nice of you to finally turn up, Lloyd,' said Bryan. 'Kevin could have been stretched out here for hours, awaiting a right royal rogering from the black...

Hye Jin in Japanese Public Bath

Sento Cleaning LadyThis is Hye-Jin again—the Korean-American in Japan who loves nylon stockings and shows them off every chance I have. At five-feet-seven-inches, one-hundred-and-ten-pounds, with flowing, silky black hair, my sexy lingerie and fine RHT stockings draw second looks wherever I travel. My obsession with stockings began in college days, but intensified with a stocking adventure in Jamaica and later introduction to the sensual art of nuru massage in Japan—taught to me by my new...

Grace Notes Part 1 of 2

Chili met Grace during his last semester of college at a university in Maryland, a couple months before he would graduate in the spring of 1978. He met her at his dorm, or ‘mod’ as it was called, which was pretty much known as party central around the complex. It was a very modern dormitory for its time: it was co-ed and consisted of apartments housing four or six students in each. Chili’s housed six, with two double rooms, two singles, two baths and a kitchen and living area.Chili’s five...

A First Time For Everything

Elsa was a customer of mine, or rather she worked for one of my customers. This was on a Caribbean island where everything was imported, mainly from Holland. Many such islands don't grow their own produce, but there is no real reason why not; you just have to spend a bit of money on water and make sure your soil is rich enough.I had set up a little business growing tomatoes and cucumbers and herbs, firstly selling it at a roadside stall and then, as word got around, supplying restaurants as...

The Judgment of SGT J A Short Introduction

I would like to thank everyone for your emails thanking me for sharing my life story “Swinging in the Neighborhood” with you all. In telling my story I never thought I would get the response I did; especially from fellow vets. It was just not from Vietnam veterans but from vets who had served recently in Iraq, Afghanistan and some places I did not even know we were involved. Most were thanking me for showing them that there were others like themselves. They thought they alone walked this...

My Second Wife s Secret Furry Fandom Life

After being born and raised in Glen Ellyn, a western suburb of Chicago, I got a relatively high-paying job right out of college, as a trader at the Chicago Mercantile Exchange (CME). My father has contacts there, and I was also in the top of my class, earning a Bachelor of Finance degree from the prestigious Northwestern University.My name is Paul, and although I dated a few women during my first three years at the CME, my focus was on learning the business and studying for the broker’s exams....

BLACK STUDENT LESBIAN RAPE

I don’t understand what has happened to me. Oh, I know the actual events – I’ve replayed them in my mind, over and over, during these last few weeks. It is how and why they have changed me so profoundly that I don’t understand – but they have, and forever. There are four things that you need to know about me. The first is that I am black – and I mean really black, with dark ebony skin. My ancestors were taken in the eighteenth century from somewhere in tropical Africa to the West...

You Will Welcome Death

“Consider, if you will, what may be the most well-known and oft-copied works of a man named Henry Fuseli, scholar, man of the cloth, and painter of the different and disturbing. Like many artists, he sketched sometimes before mixing his pigments. The subject of our tale is a simple pencil drawing, perhaps a preliminary study for Fuseli's “The Nightmare” paintings. “Carl Singleton is a would-be art dealer. We will let him tell you about his find himself.” Not many people...

An Older Women Fetish Modeling and Kinky Interracial Sex

Leigh was in her early 50s, at the time and at first was apprehensive to do something like this, especially in front of a perfect stranger. The thought followed by actually doing it was so sinfully intoxicating,. as the photographer was a young hansom black male and when he posed her had touched her in places that had brought back memories as a teenager of seductively teasing her boyfriend Jack into their first sexual experience, he later became her husband. How Leigh and I met, became...

The Green Heron

"It was a green heron. I'm sure of it. I was strolling along towards the embankment and then saw it standing in the water. I stopped to look. It was having none of that. It flew away. But I'm certain it was a green heron. It must be lost. They live over in the Americas not in Spain. I read that last year, in 2018, one was seen over in Wales. That was only the second time they could remember it there. I've never heard of one here in Andalusia."Lorenzo wasn't a birder. He just happened to...

Springtime is for Lovers

When we first met it was entirely by accident. Even now I remember it clearly, although almost four decades have passed by since then. It was one of those lovely bright sunny days that are so typical of Paris in the springtime.I was strolling along the Boulevard Haussmann, just outside the Magasin au Printemps where the pretty girls were selling their bunches of lily of the valley as they traditionally used to do on the first day of May. I wasn't looking where I was going, daydreaming as...

The Queer Emporium

I grew up in a very homophobic household. My macho rugby-playing father thought Noel Coward's effeminacay was an insult, while my mother would be equally disparaging about the overt bisexual mannerisms of the lovely Marlene Dietrich. I suspect that if I'd sported a Gay Pride lapel bage back then I'd have been shown the front door.The 1960s in Britain was a repressive era, although the first refreshing winds of change came in 1967 - five years after the Cuban Missile Crisis - with the...

Island Royale Institutional White Slavery in the New Millennium REPOST

This is a repost of the story I recently submitted, edited as necessary because of the limitations of the XNXX website format which confuses graphics, inexplicably substitutes a question mark for quotation marks at times, and does not permit footnotes. It is hoped therefore that this reposting will provide more clarity. I have also reposted the story as one entire novella because it is hoped the sprinkling of negative comments I have received results from the previous inability of the...

Island Royale The Report Chapter Two

______________ï‚œï‚______________ A glorious sun-drenched early morning greeted me as I awoke in my bed alongside the lovely brunette “door prize” I had won at the party the previous evening. It had been arranged for me to interview Greg at nine o’clock, so after fucking the young woman just once more I dismissed her from my suite, showered and shaved, and then contemplated what to wear for my appointment with the resort’s Managing Partner. I declined the limited selection of robes...

E083 About Aunt Dorothy and Maude

Over dinner, Donald begins to tell Emma the story of his Aunt Dorothy and Maude. Emma is so spellbound by the tale of these two women she will be meeting the next day. It is astonishing that she eats any of her dinner. But they both do finish all of their meal over a bottle of wine and the tale."Like I told you, my father and my aunt were twins. Born in 1943, while the war was going on. Their father was stationed with the Coast Guard at the time off of Cape Cod, so their mother was near...

Visiting order

Ever since I'd seen his infamous, almost iconic, mug-shot - the contemptuous almost mocking way he looked out at the appauled British public from many a newspaper front page gave me many years of night-time fantasies and pleasure, was it also th fact he was a monster that turned me on? I had an inkling it was. I'd never even heard his voice before, I imagined a deep Glaswegian drawl and I hoped it would be so, 20 plus years behind bars could have take his accent but more than likely...

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