The last thing she could share with her rigid military husband is her longing for women and her severe boredom with his thrusting cock which seems like it has a mind of its own and not the least of his mind-heart-body melded with hers. His lack of awareness and attention to her pulsing clit which was only truly satisfied by a desirous tongue, especially befo...
ALL CHARTERS ENGAGING IN SEXUAL ACTS IN THIS WORK OF FICTION ARE 18 YEARS OR OLDER. ***** Darkness surrounded Lua. In the middle of The Mistress massive bed she sat Indian style. Her hands in her lap and her eyes shut tightly. Mrs. Bateman was near but had not yet accompanied her on the bed. Lua could smell her though. The Mistresses scent wasn't like...
She stirred as a multitude of warm, pulsating water jets swirled across her nude torso. Where was she, in the hot tub? The Jacuzzi? One of the stronger currents bubbled playfully against her labial lips, separating them with its force, caressing her clitoris. The stream moved inches away and Denise moved her hips, aiming for more direct contact. She floated...
Authors note: Thank-you to everyone who read the previous chapter of this story, your feedback is much appreciated. Again whereas some things in the story are inspired by my own life this work is purely fictional. When I woke up in the morning I was buzzing with excitement. I made myself a cup of tea and grabbed a bowl of cereal, practically dancing all the...
On we go to the next jolly tale. The auction! The grand prize (me!) had brought quite a haul for the sorority. It was oddly pleasing too. Shade informed me the date was set: the last Saturday in September. It seemed unusual being so long after the event itself. Stacy put the date into my calendar when I gave to her. A raised eyebrow. A nod in response. This...
NOTE: Due to a lot of confusion about a mix-up between two of my stories, "Accidental Fantasy," and "Accidental Discoveries, I didn't post all of the chapters of "Accidental Discovery" to Lit. I've rewritten the first chapter, which most of you never read, and I'll repost all of the chapters under this title. Then I'll start posting the rest of the chapters...
I dreamt of the caged girl. Of her calm acceptance of me. I dreamt of her big, brown eyes and her full lips. Her tan skin and short, wavy hair. She looked so bored when I came into the tent. I watched as she hungrily took in the scene going on next to her; another girl in another cage being taken brutally. I watched, too. It made my dick hard, ma...
When I finally screw up the courage to enter the bedroom Tina is waiting for me. Her camera is ready on a tripod. A couple of lamps bounced off the walls provide soft, even light. My eyes go to the bed. "So what am I supposed to do?" "Relax, for a start." "I am relaxed." "Oh yeah?" She grins at me as though she knows me better than I think. And of course...
(Note to the discerning reader: Throughout this story, the terms 'domme' and 'sub' are used to indicate active and passive roles in lovemaking. Please accept these as figures of speech and not a misuse of the technical, more specific meanings of these words in formal BDSM literature.) * "It is possible to get here from there, but it is not possible to get...
This story is a slower burner than the first two chapters. It shifts the plot in response to some personal comments to the author, so less 'wam bam' more 'thank you ma'am'. lol. So, at the end of Part 2 of this story, Clarissa had released Jessica from the humiliating ritual she claimed the group had enforced upon her. IN this chapter, Clarissa recounts the...