I barely pulled into the garage and got off my Harley when I heard noises from the bedroom. It was the sound of moans, in fact. I knew instantly what that meant. My new live-in girlfriend, who hadn't really bothered to have "the talk" with me about fidelity before she pulled a classic "fait accomplis" on me just a month before, was busy getting her ashes hau...
She spent Thursday night out. Friday was what had become our new normal. A deluxe meal for her (poached salmon) a slave appropriate meal for me (a grilled cheese sandwich and a potato) then some TV time followed by a beating that made certain I remembered my status before being allowed to be her waiter, maid, tongue, spittoon and footstool for the rest of th...
Chapter 4 I damn near fainted more than once, not being exactly a spring chicken anymore, as Consuela, my lovely bride, wore me down at last. I had beads of sweat dripping off my flesh, and she had them, too, until I licked hers off her skin, of course. Consuela Jackson, nee Dominguez, was truly the most erotic and sensual woman I had ever known. I had no i...
Nana is sitting in the warm Epsom salt bath. She appreciates how the soft water soothes her sweetly sex ravaged body. Bob has stepped out to answer the door. He said it was most likely the food delivery order. She gingerly puts her fingers into her anus, but the muscles are more relaxed now and she does not struggle to get them inside. She is enjoying a fing...
After a long, chilly day on the ski trails, Mark was ready and eager to hit the spa. It was an outdoor spa and conveniently attached to the hotel by a short walkway, which he dashed across in his white robe and sandals. An icy wind whipped around his bare legs. He signed in at the desk and walked right through the locker room, as he had already put his swims...
I am one of several slaves my Mistress Marisa keeps in her household. I am completely owned as are the other slaves that serve her. These episodes are written with her permission. It is my, our story... ******************************** "I want to thank you for meeting me for lunch. I know you probably would have turned down my invitation had I made it on m...
I'm writing this as another entry in the hot wife slut diaries. Well we finally did it. Hipster managed to come over and I managed to get him in our bed. After quite a bit of chatting, a phone sex session, and scheduled and then canceled meetings, he got here and in me at last. When he said he was definitely coming over, I was tempted to not get ready after...
Once again I spent too much time setting up the story arc. Fair warning, no erotic scenes in part one. Trying to build up to a part two worth reading. Feedback welcome. Politely let me know if this story is weird, simply enjoy writing out ideas. Thanks! **** It happens without even trying. I became a instapic model overnight and I hated myself for it. To...
Chapter 1 What on earth was Charles thinking? I was only giving him some good-hearted teasing, and then he challenged me with this bet. And the result seems to be pretty obvious. No offense to Charles, but there is no way he could win. There had to be some trick, and Charles was always the clever one. And the worst part is, there is no walking back from thi...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex. ***** I'm Brianna and this is the first of my 40-story series of the sexual fantasies that women want. Each story is 3,000 to 3,700 words and one Literotica page. Instead of only writing erotic stories in one or two categories, I'll be routinely writing stories in 27 categories....