Mistress Cruel Love Chapter 2 -- Total Commitment "Pookie, go fetch me a bag of apples." "Apples? What kind of apples?" "You know the kind. The good kind! Empire apples. None of those tasteless Cortland's or sour Granny Smiths. Good Empire apples from New York." "Baby, I don't even like apples." "Too bad, you're going to starting eating them. You're no...
Ayjay mused upon her own mass of contradictions. She saw herself as strong and fiercely independent, but at the same time, just every now and then, she craved a rock to fall back on. Whole months would go by where she would be happy with the status quo of being single again, content with keeping the wheels turning in her very separate social and professional...
Once Upon a Time at a Swing Party The craigslist post read: Bi-sexual Swing Parties Every Monday and Thursday 11:00 am to 3 PM and Saturday's 1 pm to 5 pm. No Alcohol allowed, food and sodas provided, towels, lube & condoms provided. Men will strip upon entering (can wear towel); women will strip or be in lingerie. Anything goes (with consent) inside house...
It was a good thing that Marti had that assurance to cling to, because over the coming weeks, that feeling of euphoria had it's fair share of challenges. In addition to all the normal Monday morning crisis' of running a business, this particular Monday morning also brought a slew meetings to iron out the details of the offer -- contracts had to be finalized...
A few days after I got home from my extended trip away I had a phone call from Julia inviting me to dinner in two weeks time. Her best friend and spanking devotee Barb was coming too and Julia was hopeful that Barb and I would hit it off. She chatted and giggled about the great time we had on the farm and assured me that her husband Sam was looking forward t...
Amy was surfing the web, and had been doing so for the last five hours. Her real world social life was essentially nil! Her normal weekday schedule was to work her eight to five job, come home, make herself supper, and either get on the Ham radio or surf the web. On weekends or holidays, her schedule was much simpler. She did the wash, did some minor cleanin...
This story was inspired by my pretty wife "Bonita." She is sixty now and has the prettiest feet on Earth. I worship her in her thong sandals daily. If you are not into toes and feet don't bother reading. ***** I am a single widowed 54 year old woman living in Las Vegas, Nevada. My marriage was a very happy one. The love of my life Harold, my dear husband o...
I had posted a version of this story about 10-12 years ago on a different website, but I think they have gone the way of the Dodo. Anyway, I couldn't find that website anymore and I seem to have lost my copy, so I am re-writing this for Literotica. This is a true story with no real embellishments. Hopefully, I can remember everything, but probably not. B...
I have a confession to make. The last story I wrote about beachside camping was not 100% true. All the characters were real, the camping was real; the friends were real. Everything happened exactly the way I described. Except for the sex. That was total fantasy on my part. My feelings for Hank were real. He really did write that story for me. I really did te...
"I'll let you know soon," Tom said as diplomatically as he could while he zipped up his pants, anxious to get out the door without committing to anything. The middle-aged hausfrau unhurriedly toweled off her hair and refastened her bra, scooping up her drooping breasts and loading them back into the massive cups. "Let me know?" she said with a frown. "You...