Elizabeth Strokewell is a dominatrix who specialises in dominating older gentleman. She has a story here on Literotica (https://www.literotica.com/s/dental-nurse). The personality that comes across in her story is vivid and amusing, and I started wondering how a chance encounter between her and a less experienced gentleman might turn out. The following story...
Her husband was flirty with another woman. A girl really. She looked to be in her early twenties. Beautiful. Tanned. Young. She didn't envy that little girl much. But there was a flush of shame that was always there when he did something like this in public. With her right next to him. Her husband, Robert, had finally given up even the little bit pretenc...
Bull came awake and felt like he had just run a marathon around the prison track, his heart was pounding, his body hurt and he could barely catch his breath. She had been so beautiful sitting there in the sunshine. Behind her the crystal blue of the water, the sounds of happy voices and joy in the air. Her voice had been so soft; it had been like a musical n...
I was the only guy who had signed up for the Lingerie Design. Fourteen girls and me learning about the rudiments of female underwear making. It may have been surprising that more of the blokes on the Design degree course had not been attracted by this, but there had been strong hints from the dragon-like course tutor that men, particularly straight ones, wer...
Veronica walked into the room. She had just finish working out and was dripping with sweat. She was a sexy Mexican woman and all ways been a bit of a bad girl. She was nymphomaniac sense she was 13 and had a mean side to her. She was 55 years old. She had gray hair that was cut down to her shoulders. She sometimes wore it in a bonnet She had a smoking body....
Breakfast was a quiet affair between Jean, Laurie and Sir Glen. "Thank you Sir Glen for last night. You were kind to let Laurie stay with me." Jean's voice was soft and timid. Laurie reached over and squeezed her hand. "Think nothing of it Jean. It is our pleasure as long as you stay here with us." "Where is your Master?" a roar bounced in the empty entry...
The Neon Rocket – Act One is the first of collection of self-contained stories about a Honolulu cabbie and what happens to him on one slow Saturday night. It's about eleven at night on a Saturday and I was driving around Chinatown looking for a passenger to take somewhere but there's nobody going nowhere. My last fare was a streetwalker that used my backsea...
The three younger wolves bound forward as they reached the large cabin that was their communal home. They pushed the door open leaving room for Rishad to slip through with his tiny burden. Rose pushed past them snagging a robe off the hook by the door and disappeared into the first bedroom. There she shifted and waited for them to enter. This room was her so...
May 11, 2006, it was early morning as I drove up West 72nd Street in my ice-blue Ferrari F430. The temperature in New York was very warm that it felt like summer had arrived early. I turned right driving fast up Riverside Drive at a top speed when I finally stopped at a red light. As I waited at the light, a red Corvette pulled up beside me. I looked over to...
My parents divorced when I was very young. My father's earning potential was far greater than my mother's and so when my dad choose to leave the country he was allowed to take the kids with him. I did not like the idea of only seeing my mother bi-annually, but knew being under his care was a much better situation. Adding to the logic of the move, my new hom...