Trish lounged on the bed, wearing nothing more than her loose-fitting tank top and her matching fluorescent pink G-string. As she adjusted the hands-free telephone headset, she glanced at her reflection in the full-length mirror that hung on her bedroom wall several feet away. Her tight, petite body was partially hidden from view by the little bit of clothin...
This happened a long time ago; in the nineteen sixties, a few months after my eighteenth birthday. I'd known Miss Princess since I was fifteen when she and her sailor husband moved into one of the two ground floor apartments in the two storied building obliquely opposite to where I lived with my grandparents. Soon after moving in she started making and sel...
I had fully accepted my place as my clone's personal slutty sex slave and did anything he asked. I became his cum bucket and fleshlight and secretly became addicted to being his. I was still attracted to girls more than guys, but I hadn't seen a girl in months, in fact I hadn't seen anyone in person for months, except for my master. I had no choice but to...
Author's Note: I'm sorry it took me so long to complete Chapter 2 of this story. I plan to be more regularly submitting stories. I have a couple more in the works and then will probably come back to the Pream story line. I hope you all enjoy. I welcome your comments. *********************** My heart is beating so hard in my chest that I can almost hear it...
Hello, Fellow Lit Readers. First and foremost I want to thank my editor, smoothed. Your help is greatly appreciated, as is your encouragement. This is my first time so please be gentle 😉. This first chapter is short and sweet, but if you seem to like it I have plenty to follow. It's the same story told from two perspectives. I don't know if that was a we...
As a senior partner at a high-powered law firm in the Bay Street block of Toronto, Ontario, I wield a certain amount of power. The kind that a woman of my age and background isn't supposed to wield, at least in the eyes and minds of many, even in this supposedly liberal, racially diverse and progressive North American metropolis. Wherever I go, I attract the...
Dams crumbling under the pressure of infinite watery battering rams. Caviar spilling over her lithe body with tongues licking it off, like a director's cut of a Marilyn Minter movie. Fire consuming her whole yet leaving her somehow intact, perhaps because of all the water. These were some of the images swirling in her inundated mind as who knew how many men...
When Andy last saw her he was on a business trip to New York and she managed a exclusive lingerie store on Madison Avenue, one that sold ninety dollar panties and custom made merrywidows to the stars. He got a tip from a mutual friend that she worked there and stopped by after a particularly trying meeting with a potential investor from Canada. Still in his...
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - This is an EDITED story. There are new names and some text changes but is basically the same tale as the original. All characters are over the age of 18 years old. All players are consenting adults. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Living alone when you're sixty has more than a few drawbacks. It ca...
This is a true story- I get asked how I started being a shared wife, hotwife, slutwife, Vixen, whatever the term of the day is. Mostly my husband is writing this due to his much better memory for erotic happenings and his imagination. Today I am addicted to sex in the best way possible. I'm a true admitted slut. I've had a sexual awakening and now can't ge...