Sarah got up early to make sure that she looked her best for the morning’s meeting. She hated winter mornings waking up alone and cold. She got out of bed and opened the curtains where a flood of light, the sun was out but it certainly didn’t radiate any heat, shame, as she loved the summer months. She walked in to the bathroom and adjusted the temperature o...
Note- Totally fiction. I have never met Emma Watson and this never happened. xxx I had decided after my most recent disaster trying to help out young men and women in need of guidance and support that I would turn to something that I knew best. No, not fucking. Acting. The organised free dinner for the needy and unemployed in South London had backfired bad...
Tasha Nance was pushing 35. Single, never married, she told herself she lived as she pleased and did what she liked. She was the senior dancer at Haven's, the premiere strip club in Woodhaven, a suburb of Detroit. She enjoyed being onstage and exposing herself and the sense of power she got it was almost magnetic. One of her men, a psychologist, said she was...
One of a quartet of stories I self-published a few years ago under the title The Magic Corset, but I think it will find a more appreciative readership here on Literotica... * They say you should start the new year the way you mean to live it, and I desperately needed to start my life anew. Almost a year had passed since the accident that had robbed me of m...
Dear readers, This story was suggested to me by an exceptional artist named Anasheya. (Sounds like a beautiful girl to me so I'm going to refer to Anasheya as a she, but I've never asked.) She gave me quite a bit of input and I hope I've given her something to work with. Anasheya creates T-Girl art that speaks to my submissive soul and if you like my stori...
Screaming. His wife screaming, doubled over the kitchen table, her pants pushed down, with the giant looming behind her. The slapping sounds, the slurps coming from her body's lubrication as it took the rapist's cock deep into her vagina. And his own whimpering. The goddamn whimpering was what haunted him the most. Over and over again, little plaintive c...
My first entry in a Lit contest. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Many thanks to stevieraygovan for his careful editing, and also to PennLady for giving the story an extra set of eyes. I appreciate all the help. (c)2012, annanova. All Rights Reserved. I want to play. That was all the text said. He read it with a sense of bemus...
"You look rather chipper today." Alan said to Kirstin as they rode together towards U of M campus. 'Hmm?" Kirstin wasn't paying attention, she was too busy thinking about Sakeena and what she said the night before. "Just knock next time..." "Oh, uh, I guess I just got some good sleep." she said, laughing nervously as she parked the car against the sidewal...
It started simply enough - Judy came to work as one of two replacement nurses with our team. She was a team leader, small and blonde, quite cute... and married. As a more junior member of the team - in 'rank' if not in years - nevertheless it was my job to show her around, introduce her to people she needed to know, and generally set her right for the rigour...
It was three o'clock on Friday morning and Angel Jones was tired, especially her feet. She had just gotten back to her flat after six hours of working as a hostess at Madame Josephine's, and being on her feet in high heels for so much of that time had taken a heavy toll. Even worse, she would need to be at her daytime job at the bank in six hours. That was t...