Dear Father, or should I call you Sir? Most people around you do. I was five when mother died. Her smile and the warmth of her body were the last things I remember of her. I have an image of you laughing as I was nestling on her lap. After her death I was forbidden to talk about her and was deprived of my chance to grieve for my mother. I know she must h...
Fortunately, or unfortunately, I am not really sure, I never did have to make the decision as an eighteen year as to whether I would show my brothers more of my pussy. Shortly after my parents were involved in a motor vehicle accident, which fortunately they survived but my Mum was going to be in hospital for a period of months as she had sustained a number...
Dear Shoeblossom I got the idea to write after reading "Letter from Windrift" about the housewife who used cigarettes to get her hubby to quit smoking in a "Punishment fits the crime" philosophy. I met my best friend and my first true Dominant at Indiana State University here in Terra Haute, not to be confused with Indiana University over in Bloomington, a...
Chapter 1 Resting on the sofa with thoughts tumbling through her mind, Di Stewart realized that she might be close to being in love with Hugo Salter. That surprised her because while she periodically thought of him, Hugo had disappeared from her life with little more than just the one kiss passing between them whereas some males she'd been associated with...
Sabine only had one client on Fridays. He was neurosurgeon with enough money to buy her a million times over. They had to finish up early because his daughter had an orthodontist's appointment and couldn't drive herself. As they redressed, she thought about her time at one of the state-run boarding schools for abnormally-abled children. A fuzzy memory of pic...
The Beginning Author's note Hi this is my first story any feedback would be much appreciated and please give me a little bit of slack since this is my first story but hopefully a good story As I looked at myself in the mirror after the long day I had. I admired my body my girlfriend said I was hot and I must admit when I look at myself I see why. With my...
The character Dwayne is to some extent autobiographical; however, the story is entirely fictitious. Please enjoy. (:-o) ***** Dwayne Richards was of average build with pleasant features and mousy hair. He was athletic, but did not participate in any team sport; he was a loner; an introvert. He was destined to become a nerd, not only because of his genetic...
This story is quite different from my usual fare. My main character doesn't seem like a nice guy, but he's been through a lot. He felt alone in his younger days but when he became older he had control. He decided to use people; many used his mother and called him names. Now it was time for payback. A big thank you to Estragon for making this story a much bet...
I sat on a beach chair stroking my dick. It was nice. My dick liked the fresh air. I liked masturbating outside. The possibility of being caught reminded me of having sex at boarding school. In order to have sex at boarding school you would have to go into the woods or sneak into a classroom at night. Getting caught was easy. One time the entire track team d...
From a script proposed by Dahlia57, a very nice Indian girl I recently met on Literotica. (starts slow but will gain momentum in the coming episodes) - - - - - Today, I have the pleasure of presenting the Awards for excellence in our school. The winners this year won't cause you any surprise as they trusted all the best results in their classes for the th...