Ch. 3 The End of the Beginnings I lay on the deck, naked, my body still trembling violently from the orgasm I'd had forced upon me, courtesy of the vibrator that was still taped to my inner thigh. And that even now, was still buzzing against my sodden pussy. I was spread-eagled, my ankles tied to the deck railing, my wrists tied to hooks my husband had in...
9 Aug 3:10 PM Tillman I had to claw my way back out of the thick fog that enveloped my whole being. It was like swimming through molasses. Then the smell of bacon frying blew away the fog. The events of the night returned to me. Yes the sex was wild and amazing, but more than that, the nightmare-free sleep had turned me into a new man, or at least the old...
Sorry for the long wait to this. Writer's block and in a funk from recent life events. I am back to work and am happily on Chapter 10 already. Hope to get it polished and edited soon. A special nod to litfan10 for motivating me with his kind and encouraging words. If you haven't checked his "The Deal" out yet, hurry over there. As usual I did all this mysel...
Thanks for the continued support for this series. This chapter will be a slower one, more like the first chapter with a little information and story progression. It will not be devoid of erotic events but not as much as Chapters 2-4. I still hope you enjoy. As always, I will try to catch any errors and make it a nice read, but I am bound to miss a few things...
Megan glanced at the clock as her friend on the phone laughed about the latest bit of gossip that they'd just shared. "I'm going to have to go, Angie. I have somebody coming to look at the basement in a few minutes." "I can't believe you're taking in a boarder. I don't think I could have a stranger living in my house." "I know," Megan agreed. "It's either...
September is a lovely time of the year in Sydney. The winter chills have given way to a blissful warm sun, but the full blaze of the summer heat has not yet arrived. It is about this time each year that my body clock decides it needs some rays to shake off the winter blues. Luckily, I have a wonderful little beach within decent walking distance of my home....
Submission. It's an interesting word, isn't it? Submission. What comes to mind when you think of it? Weakness? Passivity? Consider that even the Latin root of the word translates to 'lowering oneself'. Maybe that's why, initially, I fought so hard against thinking of my self, aligning myself if you will, with that word. If someone were to describe to you...
Gina let out a quiet groan when she was awakened by the clock radio alarm. Blue Christmas by Elvis was playing, and the music merged with her feelings as she'd drifted off to sleep. The bed shifted, and she knew Brian was sitting up to shut off the alarm. In a fit of pique, she rolled over, facing the wall. A quiet sigh let her know that the gesture hadn't...
*** Hi there! This is the third installment for JUST BEING WOLFY I hope you guys will love it!! Don't forget to VOTE and COMMENT!! THANK YOU!! *** What a nice dream, I thought to myself sleepily as I stretched. Yawning, I popped open my eyes and smiled to the sunlight streaming down the big grand window. Odd, I thought once again, too lazy to sit up str...
As this is the start of a new Decade and also my 60th Sub to Literotica I thought it should be something out of the ordinary. 'Eat me, Drink me' is a short story that I wrote a very long time ago. It has languished in a folder for many moons whispering to me that I ought to type it up and edit it properly. And so I have. It is set during the Manchester arc...