This was the third time Alma had acted up. It was beginning to get frustrating. The girl was just too wild. That didn't mean I couldn't teach her what being my slave meant. And I intend to teach her that tonight, or end the relationship. I can't stand disobedience. Ever. I came home from work expecting the house to be clean and to see her waiting for me as...
What a difference a year makes. In fact, what a difference a week makes. Let me explain. My husband Steve and I met in college. He was majoring in Criminal Justice and I was finishing a Bachelors of Nursing. I am a year older than Steve and as such a year ahead of him in college. We married shortly after I started working at the hospital and Steve was a s...
Chapter 3 Oh, what a morning it had been! My neighbor & I had turned a corner in our relationship. We had spent most of the last 18 hours exploring one another's bodies and sexual needs. Here we now were, in my den, very comfortable & nonchalant with our mutual nudity. Marie excused herself to go to the bathroom. She was gone for a long enough time that I...
Eggs and bacon frying on the stovetop, the smell invaded the rooms like the S.W.A.T team on terrorist. Coffee brewed, and was poured like black silk into a thick black ceramic mug. Hot chocolate was already sitting in the dining room in a matching mug on the deep blue placemat making the mahogany table stand out. White plates adorned with blue flowers sat cl...
My head was spinning as my eyes came back into focus. "What happened?" I said as I sat up on the couch in James's office. How the hell did I get on the couch? "Le petit mort." "Le petit what?" "It means the little death. The French believe your heart stops beating at the peak orgasm and can cause black outs. As you have just experienced Ms. Lambert. Hen...
Therese de Mornay, was the adopted child of Giles and Yvette de Trecesson. Her step-father was the heir to a large estate called, Chateau de Trecesson and the lands surrounding it. Her step-mother, who was in actual fact her aunt, came from the St. Hilaire family, who were prosperous as well, and had inherited a thriving business of producing fine vinegars a...
Second Act: Preparation The evening after their coffee meetup, Brett was careful to text Katie so that she felt as though he was excited and interested. He knew that she would need to feel affirmed and special after talking about such sensitive things for the first time with a complete stranger. He texted the only thing he could think of that would make se...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** The alarm rings. Megan slowly awakens from a very peaceful sleep. She sits up to look at the time. The black alarm Clock was on the other side of the room. It sat on her dresser door. The dresser door had a huge mirror attach to it. The alarm Clock was set up this way so she wou...
Chris's eyelids felt heavy as he tried to open them. The same could be said of limbs. The world around him seemed to be fading away. His senses dulled but he could still make out murmurs of a conversation that was going on in the room. "Get her in the chair and into the van quickly. The effects of the serum only last a few hours. We need to get her under se...
Author note: this chapter is an edited version of part of my Literotica story 'La Contessa's Game'. Chapter 8: Deception From the palazzo we set out on foot at a leisurely pace towards Ponte Rialto. La Contessa is in her element, nodding her head in greeting to every passing stranger as we stroll along the canal side paths and elegant squares of the city....