(This story involves a lot of humiliation of the main character, futa on male action, incest, and other fringe fetishes. If these aren't your thing turn back now. I also wanted to give credit and thanks to the artist Mafen for the above picture which helped inspire this story.) The hall is quiet. You were pretty sure nobody was at home. You creep carefully d...
It was another exciting day of anticipated football games. I was invited to Bob's house to watch the games on his big screen television. Bob's spouse, Carol is always very supportive. She hangs around watching the games with a passive interest and eagerly supplies us with refreshments. Bob likes his women like he likes his television BIG. My only problem wit...
This is a true story, but the ending may not appeal to everyone. This event was preceded by several periods of playful and safe flirting between my neighbour and I, so I felt somewhat confident about this new level of game-play... In the late 70s my family moved to a new address and our neighbours greeted us in a friendly way. A welcome like this was stil...
Chapter 3 - Dressed for class There's a sudden noise from the changing rooms. I make out a banging of doors. Steve yanks his thumb out and kicks me onto the shower floor again. 'Come on you horrible lot,' Sir screams from outside the showers. 'What's the hold-up? I've another lesson in 5 minutes. I want you out in 60 seconds. 59, 58, 57...' Sir began count...
The armored detainee transport pulled through the stately front gates, passed high stone walls and meandered through towering topiaries before stopping before the resplendently bright white mansion. The vehicle stopped and two of the Sheriff's men stepped out, one holding a shotgun, just should the need arise. The door in the rear was unlocked and two more g...
All decked out to showcase my voluptuous curves, I'm sitting in an armchair in the presidential suite at Portland's Paramount Hotel, sipping champagne. I check my new Tiffany watch. It's 2:31 pm on September 18. Any moment now. I shift excitedly in my chair. I've been wet ever since I left work early for a "doctor's appointment." With each passing month, I...
Meet Brianna and Xavier... Her neck snapped up from the head of couch as the sound of the door unlocking resounded through her sleepiness. A tall, dark silhouette filled the doorway. Brianna flicked on the lamp next to her on the small mahogany table and a pair of tired grey eyes met hers. "It's after midnight." She said, trying to keep her voice calm and...
Fall evaporated into winter, then the spring rains soaked us for weeks making road construction next to impossible. Finally the warm breezes of the summer of 1967, allowed us to move full speed ahead on the project. Lots were selling briskly, and houses seemingly sprang from the earth along the man made canals. The commercial hub of the community had also s...
Chapter two — Riding the Pole Author's foreword: Be sure to read the events in part one, Male Sub Ch. 01 – Sting of the Lash. * Three days had passed since Mistress Brandy provided a demonstration of wielding a whip on her hunky male submissive Allen. The thin line of torn up flesh made by Carla with the vicious blacksnake whip was now just a...
Author's Note: This is the sole thinking, views and muddling of The Soulful Bard on a category in Literotica known as 'Loving Wives'. *~*~*~*~* Seeing all those heavy-weight authors on Lit throwing their weight around with their criticisms and reviews, I decided to throw one of my own ideas into this chaotic mix. This review is about the most controversi...