Sarah leaned in close to my ear as I sipped my vodka-cranberry cocktail and watched the crowd from our table. "Oh my god, Joss." I frowned and set my drink on the table. "What?" I looked into her wide eyes and knew that whatever was on her mind, it couldn't be good. It was my first time out to the bar scene in almost a year. Sarah had pleaded with me to...
A mini story based on an idea in the Stories Idea forum on Literotica's bulletin board. ----------------- Sandy put on a glittery necklace and earrings, her hair done in wild curls that hung around her jawline. she turned to the side in the mirror; this dress... red as her lipstick and clinging to her body accentuated her small waist and round bum perfectl...
XII. Mistress returns The sound of voices stirred him from his partial slumber. It was Mistress Wendy, he noted immediately, with relief. Not a maid. But there were other voices. They sounded like those of the couple in the units adjacent to the Sundown units. "No, kidding, he does that?" he thought he heard from a female voice, not his Mistress's. "Well,...
Post Meeting (Your might want to read The Plymouth Conference) Boy did this ever go unlike I expected! I arrived at the hotel about 3:25, sorry I just couldn't wait any longer, and I had my fingers crossed that your meetings would be over. I walked down the hallway where the conferences were held, several were still in session but there were no bulletin b...
My girlfriend had asked me to go out for dinner, and she had something she wanted to tell me. This did not sound good, but from the look on her face I was more puzzled then worried. She said she would make the reservations and let me know when and where. This struck me as odd since I had always made the dinner plans, but she insisted! I agreed and then she k...
This story was written with my special friend Kevsta. Susie: I hesitated, unsure; what if someone saw? Could I possibly go ahead with my plan, I wondered. When I had been reading the story on the internet it had seemed such a deliciously naughty idea to act it out, but now, as I was about to start, was it really wise? I ran over the story in my head. It se...
She found him at the bar. It was where she expected him to be. Sitting, drinking a local microbrew, watching his football team play. He used to watch the games at home, but lately his wife started complaining about everything and he took any excuse he could find to get out of the house. Even watching the game, alone in this dive bar. "This is almost too easy...
It was back in my humble college years. I was sipping a beer with my good friend on the patio of Churchill's pub soaking up the last few rays of the sinking summer sun and listening intently to her recount the details of the previous evening's bachelorette party. She smiled each time I interrupted to probe her for more, both mocking my enthusiasm for parti...
This is chapter three of an ongoing story. If you haven't read chapters 1 & 2 yet, I suggest you do so first. The full D/s relationship finally begins taking shape here, and continues to develop over this chapter and the next. Chapter 5 will begin the more traditional dynamics, but my muse requested this brief side plot, and I'm not one to argue with the mus...
She winked at me from behind the bar. My long-time friend. My buddy's wife. She who rendered me giddy with even a modest flirtation. She whose occasional raised eyebrow, sultry tilt of head and nearly imperceptible puckering of lips filled me with champagne buzz wooziness. My flirtatious bartender. The woman I'd fantasized about for so long...my secret fetis...