'That's the best needle you'll ever get, you fuckin' slut.' He pulled his jeans up and looked down at her as she struggled to untie the knot her panties were getting into around her cheap and glorious fuck me stilettos. She looked up at him and stared. She did not hate them anymore, but she did not like them either. It was pure economics. She immunised her...
Author note: this chapter is an edited version of part of my Literotica story 'La Contessa's Game'. Chapter 5: The Party The next day the palazzo is propelled into a hive of activity. Harassed servants are rushing around in a frenzy whilst the kitchen staff are busy preparing dishes for dinner. Julia, stressed with issuing mistress's commands to the rest o...
Helen Jones was a beautiful woman living a good life. She had a devoted and loving husband, Jack, two adoring and healthy children, and even a great family dog, Bruno. Helen had spent the past twenty-years in a mostly happy marriage. Why did she do anything to upset such a perfect picture? Helen and Jack's twentieth anniversary was fast approaching. Helen...
The stone floor is cold and rough under my bare feet, but i'm used to it. This floor is hundreds of years old, worn by the bare feet of slaves, the high heels and boots of Mistresses, the occasional dragging of chains and devious bondage devices of all sorts. The texture is grainy and lumpy. Some of the mortar between stones is missing, some edges are chippe...
The overall image of my room is erotic. To call it a bedroom would really be an insult. It is a boudoir, decorated in rich cherry furniture. With the focus on a sleigh bed that holds a soft feather mattress, and black semi-transparent mosquito netting cascading down from the high ceiling, which ends draping delicately over the headboard and then down to the...
I've been a professional photographer and owner my own studio for just over ten years. In order to attract new business, I began what is called "Boudoir photography". For those of you who aren't aware of what that would involve, it usually consists of a curious woman who wants to take revealing portraits for herself or a significant other. I wasn't aware of...
Whenever I read, I keep a pencil handy and I underline words that I don’t know and dog ear the page so that I can go back and look them up in the dictionary. I have always been interested in etymology and even took Latin for three years. I hope that these words can help all of us in our writings. Be sure to check out your dictionary for additional usages of...
Joan and Randy are two of my best friends. I have known Randy since high school and I was the best man at his wedding and he was the best man at mine. Joan was a maid of honor at my wedding. Unfortunately my marriage didn't go nearly as well as theirs did and I got divorced two years later. Fifteen years later I am still single. Don't go feeling sorry for me...
(A very special thanks to Shiree for making this a better read) * It was early in the evening and the clients were beginning to roll in. Nikki was worried. She had written to Cyndi to instruct Joey to say to her that "all's well", which would mean that Tom had been rescued. But there was no sign of him. "Maybe Joey will drop by later in the night," she t...
-------- PART ONE -------- They told her it was a huge old house, standing at the very apex of two dead end roads which met in a "v" at the front door, and that's where she found herself, pulling at a dulled oversize brass knocker after looking for but finding no doorbell. The agency had given her all the specifics, but it was the other girls, the ones wh...