Author: TheoreticalBattalion

My Wife had a titfight. She lost…

I usually get to see my wife act scandalous. But tonight was certainly different. Tonight was a heartbreaker.

We were at dinner, at Steve’s house. He was a close friend. Well, he was *my* close friend.

Diane, my wife. Tagged along with me so it wouldn’t feel awkward between me, him, and his wife.

Oh, and his Wife? Absolute stunner. Aiesha, ebony woman. Thick, curvy, and just the right amount of fashion sense to turn you on. She wore purple eye shadow to compliment her deep blue lipstick. Her attire, at least when I was around, was more than revealing. A sequined black dress, it shined in the overhead light of our dinner table. Yep, there was no denying it. She was hot as hell.

Now. You’re probably wondering why Boasting about another mans wife. Don’t I have my own slice of heaven at home? Well, my wife *certainly* was gorgeous. Pale, but creamy skin. Long black hair. Piercing blue eyes, Luscious red lips. And a full, heaving chest. Her body type was similar to Aiesha. But there was a little bit more chub to her lower body. She had love handles. To paraphrase. Read more »

Sabrina! The Sexfighter! (Volume 1) (Literotica).Getting Started.

“The clothes go off. Strip down to your underwear. Don’t be shy. It’ll be coming off soon as well.”

Sabrina looked around. It was an ordinary hotel room. Nothing abnormal about it.

“Wait… Where’s the arena? I thought we we booked a match against each other?” She questioned her opponent. Britney.

“You’re a rookie. You’ve never fought a match before. That means you’re going against me in cozy motel rooms. I started a couple months ago.” Britney explained as she set up a series of lighting devices and cameras.

“We’ll record a match for the porn company. And let the executives from the roster judge your first performance. If you impress them. We’ll sign you on. If not. Well. There’s always Onlyfan’s.”

Britney set up the video chat. Immediately, three visitors joined the online viewing. Two executives. And a paid viewer.

“Hi Brandon!” Britney Cooed. “We missed you last time. Margret was just too much for little old me. It was shame you couldn’t see me…Lose.” Britney flirted. Pulling Sabrina closer to her body. Sabrina yelped as Brandon got a nice new look at the rookie. Read more »

The International wrestling Championships! [Volume 5,] {Japan Vs. South Korea}

“And fighting for the Japanese Nation! The beautiful! The Angelic! Sakura! Nakamura!”

Sakura strode into the ring suited in her white and red wrestling getup. The Japanese crowd cheered her on. Painted in Japanese flags and colors. The proud people of Japan were eager to watch thier beautiful heroine compete.

Sakura lifted herself up into the ring. Sliding herself over sensually. She gave a cheery smile to the crowd, and gave a peace sign to them. Landing a sea of applause. She winked back at the crowd, and stood in her corner.

“And fighting for South Korea! It’s the Lovely! The powerful! Jae! Un! Jung!”

The South Korean crowd devolved into a gathering of hoots and hollers as Jae ran into the ring. A South Korean Flag decorated her wrestling Bra and Bottoms.

Cute features, serious expressions, and petite frames. That was the scene in the ring for these two wrestlers. Though a certain degree of showmanship was brought in to wow the audience. These two women have been wrestling for decades. Both of them were clearly in their early thirties by now. And neither of them were going to waste this chance. Read more »

An Indian Disagreement (Literotica)

An Indian Disagreement (Literotica)

Arya peeked through the door of her apartment. She’d been expecting this. The sounds of moans, and tight wet slaps permeated through the door. She groaned in annoyance. Going over her options in her mind.

Should she go in now and surprise them? Or should she confront her boyfriend later? When the Woman isn’t around?

Her line of discussion was broken up as soon as she heard the muffled words squeeze through the doors.

“Oh My god Babe! You do this so much better!”

That was the straw that broke the camels back. Or the…Moan that broke Arya’s dignity.

Arya burst through the apartment, furious. Only for her to see it.

Her boyfriend getting sucked off by another woman…

She tried to close her eyes. But the sight was engraved into her mind. The woman was Indian. And after a closer look. Arya realized the grave truth.

It was Reema, someone who was supposed to be a good friend.

“So THIS is work from home?!” Arya screamed out. Her boyfriend was jolted into action. His mind going into autopilot. He pushed his side girl away and threw a blanket over his dick. Read more »

The International wrestling Championships! [Volume 4,] {Turkey vs. Russia}

“Twenty seconds Mrs. Dogan, They’ll be announcing your name soon.” The announcer sounded out. He left the room. Leaving Aysun alone.

“Aysun Dogan… The Turkish Wolf…” Aysun muttered out her stage name to an empty dressing room. Dressed in a glittered latex wrestling attire. She looked more like a showpiece, than a fighter.

Rich locks of curled brown hair, a raunchy outfit which hugged her curves tightly, making a sultry example off her ass. It was all fake. For show.

She remembered her times wrestling as an amateur. Inexperienced, but still very fierce. Aysun Dogan was a name that reverberated across the wrestling arenas of Turkey.

“All my victories. My reputation, my integrity…” Aysun murmured to herself.

“And this Russian *whore* . Thinks she can bribe a victory out of me?” Aysun scoffed, she stood up, and went to the ring. On her makeup stand was a written letter. Laying on top of a pink, unsealed envelope. In the letter, rested four big bolded words…

***”From Russia, With Love!”***

“Olga, I hope you’re ready for the Turkish Wolf. Because I’m sure as hell ready for you…” Read more »

The International wrestling Championships! [Volume 3,] {France Vs. Italy}

“And Fighting under the beautiful French Flag. It’s the one! The only! French Cat! Isabeau! Anson!” The announcer boomed out.

A familiar crowd cheered Isabeau on as she walked out into the ring. Dressed scantily in her two piece string underwear. Colors in the French Flag. Her body was on display for all to see. Her tits barely covered by the bikini. The crowd loved it though. Isabeau’s Auburn hair flowed gorgeously down her shoulders. The French crowd erupted into hoots and hollers over their beautiful French doll. Isabeau showed off her petite frame. And mature body. Walking into the ring. More akin to a cheerleader, than a wrestler.

“And fighting for the Italian nation! Give it up for the beautiful! The unmatched! Miss Italy, Woman of the year! Nicolette Bianchi!”

Nicolette Strutted into the ring. She was wearing a traditional Italian flag bikini. Well made for her curves, it clung to her tan skin. And supple breasts. Nicolette glided into the ring with style. Gracious. Elegant. And polite.

You’d never know she was a wrestler. After all. She never had any formal training. Her agent sold the idea as a huge, simple payday. Walk into the ring. Push your breasts on a French woman. Kiss a little. And reap the major cash award. Nicolette loved the idea. Read more »

The International wrestling Championships! [Volume 2,] {India Vs. Pakistan}

Hey folks! I’m back again! With another Literotica. This time. We’re seeing the Indian Tigress face off against the Pakistani Titan. Enjoy! Let me know if you like these stories in the comments!

“And competing for the state of India! It’s the lovely! The powerful! Indian Tigress! Diya Keskar!”

Diya sprinted towards the ring in a covet of applause from the Indians in the crowd. Dressed in a yellow two piece latex wrestlers attire. She was draped in the Indian flag, it waved in the wind as she carried it to her side of the ring. Draping it over her corner. The cameras fixated on the beaming smile of this wrestler.

Diya stared back up at the expectant audience. They were watching her keenly. Anxious for the upcoming fight. Though Diya was smiling. There was a hint of anxiety in her glittering eyes.

“And for her opponent! Competing for the state of Pakistan! The Lovley! The Fierce! Pakistani Titan! Laila, Hidayah!”

The Pakistani challenger strode into the arena, the Pakistani flag draped over her body. She marched in with a determined expression. A one piece green wrestlers attire gripped her body. Though conservative in such an event. It highlighted her curves well, and looked tight in all the right places. Read more »

Introducing a Whole New Saga! The International Wrestling Championships! [Volume 1,] {United States VS Russia}

The International wrestling Championships! [Volume 1,] {United States vs Russia}

Vanessa Hutchins took a deep breath. She shifted in her polyester two piece wrestling attire, the Stars and Stripes of her American Flag wrestler bikini glittered in the studio lights of her dressing room. Her blonde locks fell onto her chest, which was tightly held together by her attire.

“You’re on Vanessa, they’re announcing your name.” The studio manager told her, he then disappeared behind the crowd of workers, leaving Vanessa alone again. On her makeup counter, lied an envelope.

What was written on the cover?

***”From Russia, With Love!”***

“And for our matchup, we have the lovely, American, Vanessa Hutchins!” The announcer boomed on.

Vanessa ran to face a screaming crowd, she shifted in her sexy attire, the wrestler bottoms clinging tightly to her Shapley ass.

“USA! USA! USA! USA!” The crowd cheered out. The other half of the stadium, the Russian half, started to Boo her.

Vanessa sprinted into the ring. She tried to give a strong smile, but couldn’t bring herself to give anything but a neutral look. She slid in between the ropes and stood in her corner. Read more »

Skyrim stories: Lydia’s day off. (Literotica)

Hey folks! Theoretical battalion here! Back with another erotic story! Tell me what you think of it! Enjoy!

***Lydia’s day off, (Skyrim erotica)***

Breeze-home. A warm comfort for many home-owners in Skyrim. Shelter from the civil war. The rough Skyrim winters. And Nazeem’s constant nagging.

Unfortunately, for Lydia. It was a rejection.

The Dragonborn sent her here. Because he chose someone else.

Apparently Mjoll just ‘needed to get her sword back’. And that warranted her joining the Dragonborn on every single god-damned adventure in Skyrim.

Lydia reclined in one of the wooden chairs. She took her armor off and dressed up In her casual wear. She sank into the comfort of the fire. Sure; it was nice. But it was a day off. A rejection.

“Oh, if only I was out *there* ! Slaying dragons and extorting bandits. Eating cheese wheels and carrying burdens!”

She kicked a twig into the fire. Until suddenly, the door was kicked open by a shadowy figure. She strode into the home like a shadow in the night.

“Who goes there!” Lydia called out.

“Lydia? … Tis’ Aela! Aela goes here! What are you doing in breeze home?” Aela responded. Read more »

A sequel to Beach Time Brawl! Bar time brawl! (Literotica, OC)

***A sequel to Beach time brawl! Bar time brawl*** !

Let me know what you guys think!

It was a rowdy night at the Bar house.

A biker gang had shacked up for the night. With them, came all the necessary requirements for a ridiculous night.

Copious amounts of alcohol? Check.

Leather Jackets? Check.

Leather everything? Check.

Women? Check!

The bar exploded with noise. The gang celebrated their arrival with little modesty.

And with that gang. Was Jane, and her new boyfriend. David.

Jane had dressed provocatively that night. An open black denim jacket did a poor job of covering her supple curves. A tank top barely covered her chest. Most of her clothing was intentionally chosen a size too short. Her midriff was exposed, leaving her new bellybutton piercing on full display. Her black lipstick and eyeliner was complemented by a black lace choker tied to her neck. With a silver heart tied on.

She wore a short skirt, with black net stockings running all the way down to her black leather boots. The outfit was… Essentially ridiculous. But it worked well in this rough setting. Read more »