Bahamas Porn

“This story follows on from my submission in the 2006 Halloween Story Contest - ‘Halloween - The Taker’.”

“I received some requests for a sequel and presumed that meant a story based on the exploits of the group that was only mentioned in passing - The Nightmare Squad. In essence this is a group whose task it is to track and dispose of creatures whose actions and/or unspeakable brutalities defy both all normal human logic, and the usual police procedures.”

“This is the third in this series and readers will find the story more understandable and therefore, hopefully more satisfying if they read ‘Halloween - The Taker’ and ‘Part 2 - DevilWoman’ first - but, as this story is mostly ’self-contained’ that’s not absolutely necessary.” Continue reading »

“THIS STORY IS INTENDED FOR ADULT READING ONLY”

————————————————————————

Sometimes liberating a city can quickly lead to some very liberated behavior . . .

————————————————————————-

They say that Brussels is a dull city nowadays, full of Euro community bureaucrats. Well, I don’t know about that, it’s been a long time since I was there, but I’ll certainly never forget the first few days I spent in the place. That was in September, 1944, just after the Guards Armoured Division had liberated the city. Not that I was a Guardsman, or driving a tank. I was only a very young Corporal working as a service corp clerk. It didn’t matter to the Belgiums, they were so glad to get rid of the Germans that every British soldier was a hero to them. They couldn’t do enough for us, which was a real change from the reception we’d received from the French. Continue reading »

*1 ÷ 7*

When the idea of fucking the math team first came to Julie, it didn”t really surprise her. She was, after all, safe in her bed, in the dark, away from the scrutiny of others, with her Hello Kitty vibrator pressed firmly against her clit. Under such circumstances, even the wildest ideas can seem plausible.

But what did surprise her was this—even the next day as she traipsed down the hallway of the college, surrounded and gawked at by all who might judge her, even then the idea seemed like a good one. Continue reading »

You awaken. The bed shifts. You smell him. He’s come early. You’ll be glad when he’s off the night shift. You close your eyes and smile to yourself. You can feel the light sheet as it is pulled from your body, the cool air rushing to replace it. The bed shifts more, he moves up. You feel warm moist air on your neck. His face is there, small kisses rain down upon you. His lips pull the flesh of your neck into his mouth and he gently sucks, so as not to leave a mark. Your flesh tingles and your nipples harden. The wiry hair of his beard and moustache tickle your neck. You chuckle. He places something over your face…a blindfold, secured by elastic behind the ears. Not that it’s necessary in this darkened room. Continue reading »

For a few years now, I have been begging my wife to pose for some risqué photos that would keep me company on my long business trips. She had always resisted until we were engaged in foreplay the night before my last birthday. Out of the blue she said that on my birthday I could take some sexy photos of her. The love making after that comment got really intense.

The night of my birthday, she came into the living room barely dressed in a red, sheer demi-bra that barely held her big breasts. I could clearly see her nipples through the material. A matching g-string barely concealed her trimmed pussy. Thigh-hi’s and red satin gloves just served to heighten the sexual tension, as did a red pair of stiletto high heels. A single, long strand of white pearls completed the outfit to perfection. Continue reading »

“For Jo, my special muse”

I look toward the parking lot, anxiously awaiting your arrival. I am working on the coast, and you have agreed to drive down to spend the day with me. Finally, after a seemingly eternal wait, I see your car pull into the parking lot. Moments later, you are walking toward me with your usual big smile. I watch you as you approach, noting your bikini and your diaphanous wraparound skirt which is more suggestive than concealing. Through it I can see the curves of your legs and the separation at the top of your thighs where I know your pussy is cozily nestled. Your suit top is small, barely concealing your luscious breasts which gently bounce with each step. Your eyes sparkle in the brightness of the day. Continue reading »

It was wet t-shirt night down at the local pub. Feeling adventurous one night I decided to give it a go. I signed up and they gave me a white t-shirt and told me to be prepared to get wet. It was a quiet night maybe only twenty or so guys there along with the two other woman joining me on the stage.

I could see Hank sitting at the bar drinking a beer and videoing my first wet t-shirt competition. I was so excited. There I was standing in front of a bunch of guys waiting to be wet down and see which one of us girl’s tits they liked the best. I looked the other two girls up and down, I already had them beat on size. My large round DD tits stood out under the tight top. They both had rather small chests. Continue reading »

This is my account of how the woman who became my wife and I got back together after a separation of over ten years and how our relationship developed to the point of my proposing to her. I am writing my feelings on what happened to us and posting them on our friend Debre”s submissions to Literotica. I have not read Lola”s account of what happened (she won”t submit it until I submit mine) and likewise she has not read my account. Lola thought that by doing this we would not influence one another in our viewpoints of what transpired. Continue reading »

*Part 4 - A Dip in the Hot Tub.*

When I returned to Olga’s with the shower parts, I was a little disappointed to see no visible progress on dinner preparation. Both Ruth and Olga were relaxing on the couch, giggling and sharing a young bottle of Muscat of Alexandria.

“Hey, save some wine for me.” I stole a sip from my wife’s glass, gave her a kiss and a quick squeeze on her heavy breast.

“Tease.” She chided me as she recovered her wineglass from my grasp.

“Don’t forget me,” Olga chimed in. I stole a drink from her glass, too, before kissing her lips and bushing my hand against the front of her hospital scrubs top, finding that her nipples were hard. Neither woman was wearing a bra, so their erect nipples were easily discernible through the fabric. Continue reading »

I loved Chuck so much that I would do anything for him and that includes fulfilling his most desired fantasy. We have done just about everything there was to do as far as the topic of sex goes. There was nothing that we wouldn’t try and told each other that if one of us didn’t enjoy it then we wouldn’t have to do it again. And let me tell you. It is a lot of fun trying new things.

We have always been very open about our wants and needs and things we have always fantasized about and the one thing that Chuck keeps mentioning is that he would really enjoy a threesome. To add another woman to the equation. Of all the things we have tried, of course that has not yet been one of them. Continue reading »