It was an especially cold and snowy night of the season. The dark night was frigid. The snowstorm raged outside, whipping wind around the cabin's eaves; thunder was rolling. Sultana had made a fire in the fireplace, which was heating the room. Sultana and Zafar lay side by side on the mattress near the fireplace after a long fucking session. Sultana took hi...
She came in holding papers I recognized as the one I ripped from my ex’s diary describing our sexual exploits in great detail. She waved them in the air with one hand on her hip, “Why would you keep this from me?” I didn’t respond. After a few awkward moments of silence a smile broke across her face. She wagged her finer at me in mock severity saying, “Yo...
**Thanks again for coming with me on this twisted love story. All good things must come to an end, and this must as well. This is the last chapter of Locked Up, at least for now, and I hope it's a worthy ending for those of you who made it this far and are still enjoying. As a reminder, this tale, like those that preceded it, is a work of kinky fiction. As s...
This is a continuation from part 3 of this series. To understand what is happening you should read the previous parts of the story. I hope you enjoy this and would welcome your comments. * Mistress Nikki grabs our hands and leads us to a room behind the stage. There are some lockers in the room, a bed, some bondage equipment and other kinky paraphernalia....
I was working at my desk when I heard the front door to the office open. A few seconds later, in walked Dana, as I had been expecting. "Good morning," she said in her typical sing-song manner of greeting. Sitting her bag and coffee thermos down and removing her coat, she looked around the work area and noticed that no one else was there. "It's just us to...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: If you are reading this for the first time. I suggest you read "My curvy, sexy mature neighbour", which is set 2 weeks before this second instalment. *** It was Sunday afternoon, the sun was shining, curtains partly undrawn and my bedroom window was open. A plate loaded with ripened fruits; strawberries; grapes; bananas; and cherries lay...
The F train. Or as we Brooklynites say, F is for fucked. The single-train ride from Brooklyn to Manhattan can be the longest trek of your life. Just to get to work. The only way to make it bearable is to have a good play list synched up. Or an absorbing podcast. Or in my case today, some juicy reading material from my fave erotica site, Literotica. It's alr...
[This story involves bodily functions so if that is not something you find compatible with your interests, please read no further. All characters are over 18.] ***** I had been pleased with how my husband Brad had behaved after I had sent him to my friend Miriam for disciplining. Miriam is older than I am, about 40, and she has long dominated her husband T...
Hello journal. Sometimes being broke can lead you to amazing experiences. Let me start at the beginning of all of this. Payday came and within twelve hours of that check going into my bank account, I was looking at a balance of twenty-four dollars for the next fifteen days. The bills were a little high, my car was out of gas, I owed my brother money, and the...
Sharon always found what she wanted. And what she wanted now was the sexiest dude imaginable, a horny bi stud who was drop-dead gorgeous, incredibly well-hung, had lots stamina, and whose massive cock was matched with a pair of balls loaded with tons of semen. She wanted this stud not only for herself, but for her boyfriend Jimmy. One thing they both loved a...