The Dance is not so much a short story as an experience. In this lifestyle, reactions are as varied as the participants. This is the "story" of one dance. It is almost time for the dance and all the preparations have been made. The temperature in the low lit room is slightly cool. Candles burn and cast their illumination around the outer walls. A slight fra...
We have been heading out of town, north on the interstate for 25 minutes. It's a clear warm day and I have the top down. You sit beside me in a short white skirt with a light blue Lycra tank top. You're wearing white lace thigh highs and 3 inch white heels. You hair is tied up in a pony tail and your red lipstick is bright and thick. "Spread your legs and p...
I wake up slowly, dreamily, not fully awake but smiling already. Through my sleepy haze I wonder if it was just a dream....was I really selected from all the harem to be taken to the sultan? Did he really ravish me, making me forever his possession? Did he really give me pleasure over and over beyond my wildest fantasies? And finally did he really kiss me an...
It was late Sunday night when i decided to perform my task as my Master had assigned to me. Knowing how difficult and trying things had been in my life recently, and being the kind, understanding Master that He is, He has assigned to me a most enjoyable task of bathing and pleasuring myself...with my wrists firmly tied together. So, excited to begin my task...
This is my first piece on literotica, and I'd love some feedback if anyone reads this! :) ***** "I swear to God he's going to break her in half." I raised my eyebrows. From my left came a man (at least I think he's a man) sporting thick stubble and bright blue eyeshadow which seemed to had taken over his face. I nodded. His short pink apron and skirt com...
You stood there silently watching me, eyes blazing with desire. I could already feel my pussy twitching with want. Not having the patience to wait a moment longer, I grab a small whip from the wall and said "Please" in the most naughty sweet voice. "Get up!" you barked as my body jerked a small, red splotch formed on the curve of my butt cheek just beneath...
Intro The cool breeze tossed her beige hair all about, as she waited under the pink neon of the club's lights. Leaning against the outer cement wall, she shivered in her skimpy outfit. It was all worth it in the morning. As if on queue, a old, fat slob of a man wobbled out of the joint. They both knew why the other was there, and she followed him to his...
A few weeks ago, a woman posted her version of an erotic encounter she wanted on a popular NYC bulletin board website. After I read it, her words and her desire kept resonating in my head. She had told the story from her own point of view and it was quite well done, but I thought she might like to hear the same story, told this time from the man's perspectiv...
"You can breathe, when I let you" Was the last sentence he whispered into her ear before he pushed her head down beneath the surface of the bathtub. Silently she kept her eyes open, blinking a few times to adjust to the liquid vision and above her, he became distorted. He positioned his hand to grip around the rope collar around her throat; preventing he...
I don't usually go to bars and clubs, but tonite seems different somehow. I just have the urge to go in and see what's happening inside. There's the usual crowd of people. Some desperate guys hitting on girls, getting nowhere, as usual. Some pretty cute ladies out there, but nothing really catching my eye, until I spot you. You are sitting alone at a table...