Lockdown paradise
My name is Wolfgang, but people call me Wolf. I don't like the name Wolfgang, but Wolf, I do like. I am from Germany. I am about 180cm tall and I love sports. I mainly play football -- soccer for Americans -- and do weightlifting. I finished school at 18 and then went on to university....

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictional manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters depicted in this story are 18 years of age or older....

France.
The day arrived dad drove us to the airport i had purposely booked a 3am flight i thought it would help the jet lag.
Dad drove us to the airport, we parked up unloaded our bags and went inside.
We got there about 1am and were starving Tina took my hand as soon as she knew we were safe....

sam223▸How is your day going?
CreamyPuffy▸Mmmmm I miss my Daddy...
sam223▸mmm i miss you too princess
sam223▸come over and sit on daddys lap
CreamyPuffy▸Yess Daddy!
CreamyPuffy▸I missed you so much today
sam223▸i missed you too as i kiss your mouth deep hug you
sam223▸rubbing our back and down over your soft round bottom...

Primal Urges: Cumming Clean
Jill 39, sits in the passenger seat while Chad, 19, drives the older Winnebago. His sister, Sara 23, walks down the aisle back and forth like a sailor on a barge.
"I'd like to reach Ridge Blue without crashing."
"Sara, leave your brother alone, it's a gravel road, sit down."...

Unexpected Visitors
The night before the wedding, Bill arrived with a good contingent of Secret Service. I met him at the estate airport, and we talked on the way to the castle.
Bill intoned, "There are those within the cabinet who want to take you and the family out for the assassinations of the Joint Chiefs and the other secretaries. I vetoed it, reminding them those idiots are the ones who shot first and what you did was self-defense. However, I am also being pressured to pull your ambassadorship a...

Part I: Louise reveals her slutty side
It may seem strange to say that I was looking forward to my annual meeting with my accountant, Louise. But over the ten years or so that she had been doing my tax return I had come to like her, and to enjoy her evident admiration of my growing success as an author, a success all too evident to her from the income I earned. Equally, I had witnessed her career develop to the point that now, still not quite 40, she had become a Partner in her firm....

Twenty-year-old Dale waited in the bathroom for his sister. He'd caught a glimpse of her big boobs, but he wanted to see her pussy. Dale was tall and skinny, and girls never really liked him. So, as sick and wrong as it was, Molly was probably the only girl he'd ever see naked. If he could pull this off. He was taking a huge risk because his mom was home also. His parents were divorced, and he and Molly live with their mom....

My name is Vanessa, and I am 19 years old right now and this is my story.
I was decent at school, not a smart-ass, but in the upper middle grades for most subjects. I had some trouble with maths and science, but my grades in languages were making up for it. Since I was not actively bullied, but ignored for the most part, I was the weird quiet girl, that also guys were not really interested in. Maybe I gave this sort of vibe, that I am unapproachable....

The girls had spent nearly every weekend their sophomore year full to bursting in the midst of the group. They ended the year full again, holding in their last final exams, then driving back to Lori's place before finally doing a dual seated release, barely making it.
Lori and Erica were getting very serious about their relationship now. So, while it was fun to spend time with the group, they were eagerly awaiting time with each other....

**A novice detective rushes into the den of a would-be damsel in distress. Only to find she has far more planned than he could ever imagine. This tale involved forced oral sex, voyeurism, whores, occult rituals, and a few knives. There's more to cum in this lurid tale. Stay tuned for even more eldritch debauchery in part 2 of Court of the Mantis Queen!**...

When I walked through the door of Chesty's at nine that night I was pissed off, had a hell of headache, was dead tired, and I needed a drink. It was all because of Alonzo Merini.
Alonzo Merini had been arrested and charged with theft after he'd asked to see an engagement ring in a pawnshop. After he'd looked at that ring, he told the owner of the pawnshop he'd like to see another ring. When the pawnshop owner bent down to get it from the case, Alonzo slipped the first ring into his pants pocket....

This story was originally written for the The 2025 "Hammered: an Ode to Mickey Spillane" Author Challenge. It is supposed to be written in the style of Mickey Spillane, but I'm not sure how close my story comes to that style. I think my general positive outlook kept it from being as dark and violent as it "should" have been....

Author's Note
This is my third entry into the Spillane challenge. My other stories are The Maltese Pussy Cat and Racing Dames. Both feature the character of Samantha "Sam" Spade. They're connected through the characters and chronology, but reading them in order (or at all) is not critical to understanding this tale....

THE CASE OF THE DISAPPEARING MINX



Brandi Sashayed in, Lighting Up the Joint Like a Roman Candle



By



Donald Mallord



Copyright January 2024, all rights reserved.



18,150 Words


Jack Slater is my third take on Mike Hammer in this 2025 entry for Literotica's Mike Hammer Event stories. I've enjoyed two other events and the writing projects more than any other Lit event. Quirky, I suppose. However, past contributions were fun as I ...

Plastic surgeon Glenn Mercer pulled his shiny black BMW into the garage of his ritzy upper class Boston home. A glance across the front seat at the bombshell blonde beside him he studied her expression. Not that he was showing off but to gauge her reaction. He really didn't know the woman, but he sure wanted to. Daisy Lighthouse as she called herself admired the real estate he owned long before parking. Offering Glenn compliments of his gardening skills he laughed over it with an honest remark....

MILLERS REDEMPTION
PREAMBLE RAMBLE: Of all the stories I've written Miller's Trauma had the most comments and calls for a continuation. So I decided to give it a go. I've changed some things from the original story. Millers parents are very much alive. Jill received a two year sentence despite Millers request for leniency. It made this story better....

When the Queen Kneels part 6
Thank you to all the kind words and support on my first story. I know this wasn't for everyone, but I am hoping it struck a chord with a few people. This is going to be the final entry in this story for now. I think there is a lot of story left to explore, and I may one day return, but I'm excited to write something in a different genre with similar themes. So if you like stories about busty dominant women being dominated, stay tuned!...

Ray had been standing in front of a mirror for maybe 5 minutes now. Or a half hour, but who was counting? He had gone to the opulent bathroom with the intent of smoothing out his hair. Now his tie was in the trash, his shirt was untucked, and his head was dripping wet. He went back to the bar, drank scotch until he couldn't taste it anymore, bought the biggest bottle of the darkest wine they would sell him, and shambled towards his room with shame and regret weighing him down like prison chains. He didn't r...

Authors Note: This story is part of a 1-on-1 competition that my partner and I agreed upon to challenge our writing skills. The rules are: A 1,500-word max story body (excluding any Authors Notes) with the major theme being a threesome, but in any category, depending on story specifics. The winner will be determined by overall rating 1-month after the date of publishing. I encourage you to read the other story by Stewmeat Titled: A Very Unique Service and leave a review on it as well. Thank you all for your...

Stood in the crowd of friends and colleagues he felt like an outsider. Nathan couldn't help feel the uncomfortable alienation of forced corporate socialising, maybe it was a hangover from the lock down years, the isolation yet always on and accessible. Drinks flowed, conversation roared, and the night haze descended. Soon it was late and the family guys were making for the door. Soon it was just James and Nathan nursing drinks and struggling to find topics that felt relevant. James was pretty high up the ma...

Break In: Chapter 01
This is fiction. All characters portrayed are over 18 years. Alert: Non-Consensual Sex may be inferred from parts of the story. Summertime is often when those devious mysteries play in summer playhouses. You know the type. Act One is normal and involves a break-in, or some other criminal act. Act Two takes the action along--but in several different parallel paths--and the audience has to vote on Act Two. Then the actors improvise Act III (which will be Chapter 02). Let's see how we d...

The festival was a while ago. The viagra mix up worked out in my favor, making the trip one for the books. After a that I found it hard to face him every day. I was able to get myself a new job as a bartender, working in the AC. It was much better, but that meant never seeing Anna. On the plus side, I have been meeting girls left and right. None of them compare to Anna, looks wise, but beggars can't be choosers....

Makayla and Daniel went back and forth about her nudes that week.
It wasn't an argument but teasing, really. He had called her that next day, after she had gotten out of class to ask how she liked her gifts. She was thankful of course and made sure to tell him this as soon as possible.
Then she asked why he wanted her to send naughty photos. She knew they were dating and that was normal but he also was her boss. She didn't know if it was a good idea for either of their careers....

Note: This is not sci-fi, and is fantasy in the sense that some elements are only possible in a fantasy world.
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For at least a decade, Abel had been frustrated by his balls. His testicles were perpetually alert, perched tightly just under his penis. Winters were rough, and warm temperatures did not make much difference. His scrotum was perpetually scrunched up, keeping his balls uncomfortably tight....

Janet had gone. The warmth of her body still clung to his skin, the taste of her still on his tongue. He lay sprawled on a bed of moss and sunlight, utterly spent, the ache of pleasure still blooming low in his belly. And yet his thoughts drifted, but not forward, back.
To her. To the Queen.
It had been years now. Or days. Or a heartbeat stretched too long. Time didn't move properly in Faerie, he no longer trusted it. But he remembered the moment everything changed....

The village vicar, the Reverend Binyon, was young, prematurely bald and newly married, and an amiable soul with whom I was on cordial terms. I should make this last point plain, lest the reader think I feel animosity towards all Christian ministers. Nonetheless, I wished him away the next time I saw him....

Author's Note: My previous series "The Motivated Employee" got away from motivating an employee. It transformed into a slow-burn romance. I felt I needed a new series title to continue. And also introduce a character POV that hasn't been heard yet: Kayla. "The Wild Things" is a continuation of that. Thankyou for all comments. I read and appreciate all of them....

Some may call what I have, a fetish. I just see it as a logical and practical approach. What am I talking about? Older ladies. Not just older than my thirty five years but old. What do I mean by that? Normally over sixty. Why is this logical and practical? Because I love sex, not just a bit but a lot. The more of it the better. My experiences over the last few years have shown me, that old ladies are grateful for the attention, which they would otherwise not get. Many have a lifetime of experience. A lot ar...

It was nearly noon when Vesper's otherwise mundane morning took a turn for the interesting.
The ED had been quiet for a Tuesday morning--mostly older folks who'd fallen out of bed and the odds and ends of random aches and pains. Vesper was thankful for the slow morning, the ED had been short staffed as usual and any lull in the typically constant action was appreciated....