Foreword This is strictly a Maledom tale of erotic activity. The first chapter sets up the action The naughty bits begin with Chapter Two. * Chapter One -- Rest Brenda McCain was a driven woman, no doubt about it. She worked far too much and she did not take good enough care of herself. She insisted on micromanaging as many details as she could, of any...
The way “Big John” looked at me made my skin crawl. He was big, black, and had to be 55--at least ten years older than my father. It was the summer of 1988 and I had just graduated from high school. I felt great about myself because I had been voted “Class Beauty” as well as “Most Likely to Succeed.” My father was very proud that I had achieved a 4.7 g...
Authors note. Non of this story what it first seems. My thanks go to Piscator from the Literotica Volunteer Editor program for helping add some polish to submission. The confines of the wardrobe felt claustrophobic. About me the stifling air, a heady mixture of perfume, mothballs and fabric conditioner, soon began to nauseate. Then the black woollen...
It was another typical Saturday afternoon for early fall. The day was cool and crisp, but brightened with the constant sunshine. Cindy was sitting at the table, sipping from a wine cooler, contemplating what to do for the evening. She hadn't had a date since Nate and her broke up and was tired of sitting in her own self-pity, and she wasn't in the mood for t...
This is my first story. I've never written about any of my encounters before, until recently when I've been wanting to re-live them in my head. I thought it would be an interesting story. Any feedback would be appreciated. Enjoy :] --------------------------------------------- It feels like I haven't been used in ages. I'm too much of a scared sissy. I fi...
Each day I spend my lunch down at the park in town. It is down by the lake. I sit and eat my lunch and watch the people walk by. I watch them and they watch me. Then when I’m done I go for a long walk. Each day that I go I start my walk about the same time. At 12:30 pm I start my walk. I like to walk the same way each day. On the 6th or 7th day I spotted a n...
Ever since I can remember, I've been addicted to daring public adventures. What began with that natural teenage interest in seeing how much you could get away with has grown over the years into regular journeys out... journeys that start out quite ordinary but somehow always seem to turn into full scale panic-driven thrill seeking - the risk of being caught...
The saga comes to a close as Walter and Holly return to school... now as teachers. How they get their new teaching positions, who their principals will be, and where they will teach is all discovered in this final chapter of Summer at Pond Cove. This story stands on its own, but makes a little more sense if you have read the previous chapters. = = = = = =...
Geneva smiled, looking at Kearney, who was snuffling in the corner. She knew how much he hated standing in the corner. Recently, she'd taken him to a BDSM party at the Scourge Society... Kearney had actually been involved with the Scourge Society even before Geneva, and was so excited about seeing his friends, and watching the gorgeous young girls get whipp...
Jess's eyes were closed tightly. Her hands clinched in to fists and pulled against her restraints, which kept her securely fastened to the bed. She would have exclaimed in delight about how much she loved the thick cock currently slamming in and out of her wet pussy, if there wasn't a latex dildo fucking her mouth. At this moment all she could think about...