Caveat As ever with the Literotica categories I end up falling between two stools. Is this a D/s love story where the main characters just happen to be lesbian or is it a lesbian love story where the characters relationship just happens to be D/s? Well, it's a bit of both. If you don't like stories where one woman calls another 'Mistress' then this tale is...
IN HER COUSIN'S FOOTSTEPS- Part Nine (italicized paragraph is from Pt 8) The cousins made out, lost in each other until Kristi's phone buzzed, bringing them back to reality. She glanced over and saw Jake's name appear on the screen. Before Lacey could react, her own phone chimed next to her with a text. They both looked down to see Maddy's name in the lo...
Diana had Jessi sit in the front seat, next to her, as she drove Jessi back to her apartment. She smiled at Jessi, and said, "I hope I see you again. Mistress E really likes you, you know. She has been looking for a girl for a long time, but she told me she has never found anyone like you before." Jessi smiled at Diana. "Mistress E is pretty amazing herself...
Anne stared at her reflection in the full length mirror in Lucy's kinky bedroom (there were handcuffs, floggers, dildos and ropes scattered about it randomly) and could not quite believe what she looked like and that she was about to go out in public like this. On her feet were a really slutty pair of ridiculously high heeled shoes, moving up the only other...
Anne knelt on the floor of the bedroom, listening to Katrin's footsteps echo around the house. She'd told Anne to take her bags upstairs but not open them, then to kneel and wait for her. She could hear Katrin moving about the house, examining all the parts of the life Michelle and John had, a life that now seemed so distant and separate from the experience...
Nervous, I check my watch. Just fucking great. I'm going to be late for my first appointment. I straighten my short black hair and smooth my plain khaki skirt over my knees. Maybe I should have just driven myself instead of taking the DART. If I wasn't such a prude, I wouldn't have cared if anyone saw my car sitting outside her place. I try to look innocent...
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...
Even as Paige slips her keys into the front door to her house she couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. It left the hairs on the back of her neck standing on end for most of the night. It was times like this that she hated living alone. Though as the door gave a soft click a light sigh passes her lips, once inside she would feel a lot better. As she...
I sat in my cubicle well after eleven o'clock and rubbed my sore neck and shoulders. I was so tired of these late night proposals that always had to be finished before morning. My boss, Andy, had a habit of dropping thick folders on my desk as he whisked his beautiful girlfriend out of the office every evening. I sneered at him behind his back, but I would n...
Robert's funeral took place on a cloudy Tuesday morning. The sky threatened rain, making the day seem every bit as dreary as my soul. It was a constant struggle for me to get through each successive minute of the day with my heart aching at his loss. At the same time, my temper threatened to rage at him for having closed me out of the final month of his life...