Female led relationship, FLR is becoming the common, accepted life style. Girls are born with a natural instinct to be care givers and mothers which in a way makes them natural leaders. Boys on the other hand, come into the world as wild animals. They have to be domesticated. In their formidable years their mothers domesticate them by giving them spankings...
This is my first ever story, please be kind. This is a work of fiction and all names are ficitious. My name is Helen and this story takes place in the spring of 1978 when I was 29. I had been married to my wonderful husband for three years and we had lived together the year prior to our marriage. My husband was my first male lover and although he had a c...
It's been a long winter and most of our assignments have been pretty mundane to say the least. I was hoping to get another erotic location, but once again it appeared we would actually have to work for a living. We were headed down to South America again, but this time to cover a group of monks in some hilltop monastery. They don't like visitors, and women...
My Dirty, Dirty Little Slut: A True Dom's Chronicle (Chapter 1) Introduction This is a true story - a story that charts the erotic relationship between me, a 42 year old professor, and "D" a 19 year old university student. I teach at a University, though not at the same institution D attends. That would be a professional no-go zone for me. I like teachin...
Kendra Adams stared out the front windshield of her rental car, the sun blazing high, baking the featureless country side before her. The road lay ahead, a single strip of asphalt stretching to that billiard table like horizon. On either side of the road, deep green fields of corn stalks stretched tall; corn silk gently fluttering in the breeze, reaching for...
My wife was not due until Monday. Though she's regularly sent on a business trip, I can't get used to the arrangement because being alone on a Saturday is still the thing I dread most. What is there to do but clean the house and arrange the living room. For a consolation, I had made plans for the afternoon anyway. It's good to meet my drinking buddies once i...
"Oh pretty woman, she's the risin' sun..." Virgil was tooling down State Highway 106, watching the Alabama greenery flow by on either side of the road, listening to Albert King. It was mid-morning, not yet oven-hot, and the air conditioner was off; the windows were open, allowing the still-cool air to stream into the Dodge. Virgil was on his way to a barbec...
The next few weeks went on with compromised peace. Barbara went about her daily and nightly routines with the lack of drama she would've expected of losing her virginity. Before it'd actually happened and proven so overwhelming that she dreamed of it every time she slept. When she did sleep. Batman was curt with her when they spoke, which was as rare as her...
Stories in this contest can be based around any winter holiday, or even just end-of-the-year festive nostalgia and atmosphere. This story could be in any of a number of categories. As the sun sets in the west, this is a love story, so I chose this category. Fair warning. My proofreader, always bubbly and cheerful, simply replied 'Damn you, I cried!' Pleas...
Sheltering in place can be boring. After a few weeks it gets VERY boring. So Tracey McManon decides to beat the boredom with a little self-bondage in the closed state park near her house. But things don't go exactly as planned. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = WARNING! This warning is possibly not needed for this particular story, but I am includin...