I don't know what it is that draws me to women in uniform. Maybe it's the way that they are cut to make them stand tall and proud. Or perhaps it's what the uniform itself symbolizes. Power. Raw power. I love making powerful people get down on their knees, and love making them beg. That's probably why my ex was a former Canadian Naval officer. She spent her d...
This was my first attempt at adult fiction, written back in 2003 as a piece of fan-art for a now defunct website I used to subscribe to. This is part 1 and there are two other parts that form the whole sordid tale. Any feedback would be gratefully received and if there is a demand I will publish the other two parts. This is a totally fictional tale of extr...
I was on a mission. My name is Denise Fallon and I'm a spy for the CIA. My mission was to get information. I was driving my black BMW convertible and I had to enter this house with many guards. There were two in the garden, one near upstairs, and one in the first floor where the computer is with the information and maybe a surprise. I was dressed in stealth...
This story has taken a different path from the original conception thanks to feedback from one reader. While it would have been nice if the comment had not been anonymous and maybe a little more polite, it did at least spur me into writing the next instalment from a different perspective and this is the result. As always, your constructive feedback is great...
Author's Note: Chronologically this story takes place before the events in the Jacqueline and Victoria stories posted here at literotica. It introduces friends of those two. So, I apologise for confronting you with a lot of (probably) new characters and some background stories, but I wanted to get Jacqy and Tory out of the one-on-one cocoon in which the othe...
Her stiletto boots vibrated with the pulse of the industrial beat. She felt in the middle of something exciting. Around her, people clad in latex, leather, chains, and drag carried on comfortably and casually, as if they were at a friends’ house. Lights swirled. She walked on, exploring the various areas of the club. She and her friend laughed as they pointe...
Lost In England A short story about two young American women on holiday in England. The eldest is a little arrogant and rather fall of herself. The younger one is relying on her older friend to look after her and give her a good time. The holiday is going well until they upset a gang of female bikers. ***** It had been one of those days! Melissa’s holiday...
Tina woke up with a slow stretch and twisted about until most of her muscles had been alerted and duly stretched. When she relaxed she craned her head back to the window behind her and smiled when she saw blue sky above the tree top that came to just below her bedroom window. Finally, she thought with a smile, a nice day and I am definitely taking advantage...
****** Please Read This First ******* I know, I know, I usually don't bother with the disclaimer bits either. Blah, blah, blah, over 18, blah, blah, blah, don't read if easily offended, blah, blah, blah. But, just this once, please bear with me and read this one. Firstly, this is chapter three of ten and the story will only make sense if you read it from t...
As Jen stood there, her body stretched between floor and ceiling, she realised that Mistress' earlier actions had been merely preparation for what she was undergoing now. She had never been bound before this afternoon but now her body was already accustomed to the experience it was going through. She could feel the strain in her muscles, from her splayed leg...