"Do you need to be punished?" I inhaled sharply, it had begun and I never knew where it would go. "Yes," I said quietly. "What have you done, have you had bad thoughts again?" "Yes, yes, I have." I could feel the flush of excitement come to my cheeks and my face started to burn, I shifted slightly in my heels. His face was close to the back of my head a...
My conquest of Cheryl was a satisfying one; of that there can be little doubt. She was a natural born submissive, and once she’d been given the excuse to let herself be the slut she truly wanted to be, she fell into the role with abandon. I’m sure that, in the back of her mind, she continually rationalized her behavior as being necessary to her completion of...
Friday nights have always been one of my favorite times, but especially so since my wife and I were married a little over a year ago. We've made it a habit to set aside Friday nights for time with each other. Sometimes that means going out for dinner and a movie, sometimes a concert or sporting event, and just about always it means mind-blowing sex. Not to s...
My penis grew hard beneath my dress. My boss Mr. Peter Bobson, the first Bobson of Bobson, Bobson and Sons stood there in front of me dress in his sexy schoolgirl outfit: Crisp white shirt with tie dangling over his protruding boobs, short tartan skirt, and white, thigh-high stockings held up with garters and black, four inch skinny stiletto heeled Mary Jane...
Hi, I've had this story finished for a few months already, and the feedback I've gotten on it has been good, but I never got around to putting it up on Literotica. I wanted this story to be heartwarming but also very erotic and exciting, it's light but sexy and slutty. I'm pleased with how things turned out to be. Let me know how you've enjoyed it in the...
Billy Smithson looked at the door wide-eyed when he heard the rusty bolt sliding to a sharp metallic clack - the noise of which reverberated through his concrete cell. He felt exposed and vulnerable. Smithson, a sophomore at Pace University, lay naked and spread-eagle on his back strapped to an odd sort of table. He had tried to escape, but the more he strug...
Sarah and DJ met online, as a result of their mutual interest in writing and reading erotic stories. Emails progressed to phone calls. They decided to meet. Sparks flew. After many weeks of almost around-the-clock, non-stop, hot, wet, "legal" sex (hey, sodomy is still illegal some places), the passion dwindled. Both realized the flame needed to be kindled....
Those who meet me see me as a quiet girl a good girl. Guys wonder why I don't talk; some think it's cute. But you know what they say about the quiet ones (were quiet cause we have to keep our mouths shut to hide our secrets). I don't have secrets per say but I do have a dark side. I like to walk on the wild side. I'm curious by nature. Curiosity in its sel...
It was a Friday afternoon at Mashima High-School in upstate New York. Here we find ourselves in room 501, the room of detention, where only the rare examples of trouble were sent. Usually detention was supervised by Mr. Redav, but instead he is nowhere to be seen. Instead we have the TWO minor examples of delinquency at the School. Out in the middle of the...
8. Emily and Jack ran from the small restaurant and into the cold rain. They were soaked with rain in seconds. “Shit! It’s cold!” Emily screamed as the two ran around the corner to her little apartment. Once inside the building they tried to no avail to shake off the rain. “You’re soaked.” Jack looked to Emilys’ body seeing that her blouse had become see t...