The story that you are about to read happened to me about a year ago. Since then, my life has taken an adventurous turn opening new doors and living out a few dark fantasies that I only dream of. For various reasons, the location, names, and some of the events have been altered to provide some anonymity. About a year ago, I was a country club wife enjoying...
Chapter One. Russian Banya NYC. I pay at the usual cramped, untidy little office. Maria takes my money and smiles. Never much chat. I head into the locker area. Tuesdays are 'women only' in this East Village bath house where you leave your modesty behind. The owners could throw a lick of paint at the crumbling facade and inside isn't much better. The chang...
"Hey Barry." "Hey Danielle. Everyone is waiting inside for you, they're in the VIP room." "O yah. I'm so excited. I can't believe it has already been three months. It has gone so fast." "So much has changed in that short period of time. I remember your introduction to Cowboys." I smiled and walked into the club. Exactly three months ago was the first nig...
Hello again literotica! It's been a long time coming, but I finally found time to write about my second foray into the world of lesbian sex. Anyone who is reading this without having seen my previous confession of shall we say, experimental sexual activity, should probably go onto my stories page. If you want more context or just to understand how I came to...
Note to readers: I wrote this as an homage to James Thurber. I adapted his famous story idea to reflect my own "secret life" and humbly apologize for not being a good enough writer to do justice to the task. * Wendy confidently strode into the hottest club in the city. Naturally she had ignored the long line and bouncers. Anyone so dazzlingly gorgeous, an...
A confident woman should embrace her sexuality. *** Melinda arrived at the Miami airport and already she looked like a tourist. She knew the weather was going to be hot, so she dressed fairly light, but not light enough compared to everyone else. When she pushed her luggage on a cart to the terminal, she saw a woman holding a sign with her name on it....
It started with a note. A note with one line on it. Then why am I here? Looking at the front door of my wife's friend's house? That damn note. I had my suspicions and when I found the note I needed proof. Where to start? At the beginning. That is so cliché! But where else would you start? My wife and I have been married for 18 years. She is 38 and used to...
I was booked for two fights tonight. The fist was against Jenny and the second against a guy, Robert. I was billed for the last show of the evening where I'm going a match against Robert. Last time we met, about 3 month ago, I lost and he screwed me anally. But he isn't much bigger than me, and the match was pretty close. I had done a lot of practice in the...
Chapter 8 – Naked at the Nite Club Dream I am the product. Bound. In a crate. In a shipping warehouse. There are hundreds of us, perhaps thousands. We are boxed and shipped all around the world to buyers seeking our services. The hum of the vibrator in my cunt keeps me occupied for the long flight to Arabia where I am to become the 49th wife of...
It was just one of those nights, when I wanted more than your average one-night stand could give me. I was really tired of one-night stands; literally, since such an event had occurred the night before, with an insignificant girl, whose name I couldn't even begin to remember, and despite all her better efforts, I had fallen on the bed, tired yet unsatisfied....