It's always a little fun as a writer to take two characters who have little in common at first glance and toss them into a closed place. Without their lives to get in the way, a sort of human magic might appear and things can happen that would normally never be possible. You can doubt if you wish, but as an example, there was a huge power outage across the E...
Vice Cream is a collection of seven short stories, with a common narrator, featuring nature's most perfect food. Not all of the flavours are BDSM but I hope you will sample each one. As the saying goes, "Life is short, eat dessert first". Enjoy... Vice Cream Dessert in Seven Parts Vanilla "Boring." The word drops out of Master's mouth and rolls around o...
Servants moved Direca's belongings into the room August had chosen for her. It wasn't the grandest room on the second floor, but they did as they were told. They were good at following orders. After, they moved her properly into her room, they would finish with young Marcus' belongings. Direca pouted as she stood in the center of her room. It was hardly fi...
Hi Literotica people, In response to some of the posts about this story (only the 2nd thing I've ever written) This is a repost of Sundown after being edited by DB448 I truly must admit that he did a masterful job of smoothing out my many rough edges, but doing it in such an unobtrusive way that it didn't change any of the story's flow. Several (well act...
Giselle and I married in our early twenties and have led a fairly ordinary existence ever since. We both have a healthy appetite for sex and we're both willing try new things, up to a point. That said, we've had a conventional monogamous relationship. We've managed to keep our marriage pretty interesting for over ten years now. Giselle is even hotter now th...
Victoria Francis was born on February fourteenth and almost any father would have called her his “little valentine”. Her father, however was comfortably drunk and nestled between the thighs of a panting, blonde-tressed librarian in the next state. He never heard of the birth, nor would he have cared much; the impregnation of Victoria’s mother was the conc...
"Seat number 50...seat number 50..." Mira mumbled as she walked through the narrow passage in the train compartment. "Aaahhh...seat number 50..." She said triumphantly as she found her seat but was a little disappointed seeing another man sitting on it. The middle aged man looked up to her and was a little startled to see a young woman giving him a nasty lo...
America in 1956 seemed besotted with Peyton Place and the Kinsey Report and the boom in nudist colonies and the theories of Dr Freud. But schoolgirls in the Minnesota city of Brewer were homing in on their own sweet goal: seeing their male classmates stripped to the buff. Their male classmates nude. In their birthday suits. And more than that, nude- and hu...
Chapter One: Reborn The Elven Princess Brigitte stared wistfully out the window of her richly decorated bedroom, down at the great, gleaming city that lay below her and the verdant fields and valleys beyond. She looked from her perch high in the magnificent palace tower at the equally magnificent walls that surrounded the city, she felt a prisoner of them a...
Almost 30 years have passed! A chance comic encounter with Irene Regan, a former lover, and memories consigned to Sidney Cuniff's mental attic tumble into the present. These escaped escapades assemble at his feet. Given their unplanned resurrection, he unsurprisingly finds himself reliving vicariously: * The divergence between Sidney Cuniff and Beryl Lind...