This is my first submission to Literotica, although it is not the first time others will be reading what I write. Friends of mine have read the first four chapters of the erotic fantasy novel I have been writing for the last few years and have expressed VERY positive feedback. But they are my friends. The Temptress is Chapter One of that book but not the fir...
Alyson screamed. The scream was a mixture of pain and relief, pain caused by the whip which had just left its mark across her bare and unprotected breasts and relief from the sexual frustration which her master/lover, and wielder of the whip, had forced her to undergo for the last half an hour. She stood in the centre of a room, her arms stretched tautly abo...
Ceaselessly, my heel taps frenetically- i'm all nerves. i can't tell if it's the coffee or the lack of release, but i can't sit still. my senses are heightened and everything is painted with a surrealistic tinge. Every part of me is hyper sensitive to the mystery waiting for me up on the twelfth floor- i have the room number, i have the instructions ingraine...
Previous stories in this series: Off-Road Goddess, Paddled in the Boondocks, Lunch With A Dominatrix * It was late on a Saturday afternoon that I drove to the east side of the city, following directions that had been given to me by Miss Julia. Near the industrial park where she worked, I turned onto a state highway and continued east just until signs of ci...
Copyright 2008. All rights reserved. This material maybe not be reprinted or posted on any other internet site without the expressed written consent of the author. Clad only in white silk panties, My Ling slowly walked the length of the table, closely examining her prey. She pushed and prodded his torso with her foot, getting the feel of the man meat she...
A middle-aged couple's fantastic journey from a married middle-class existence to the liberation of sexual serfdom. Part 1 – CHANGES I. Passion is an intensity of emotion that lets you know you're really alive – not just on auto-pilot. My life is satisfactory. I am generally happy; I love my wife; our standard of living is more than adequate. I am, mo...
Jonas moved slowly through the old house. At his age, he felt lucky to move at all. The winter winds caused his joints to ache. The weather had been bad since Christmas. Since it opened its eyes. He reached the first door, one that might lead to a cupboard or perhaps an old sewing room. It was a door which had been replaced or repainted many times over the l...
She glanced once more at the dashboard clock, squinting at the amber lights that were barely visible in the impending darkness of dusk. 5:20. "Damn." She looked at the speedometer. She was already doing 63 in the 55 mile per hour zone. She bumped it up to 65 and stared in the mirror as if that would tell her if a cop was nearby. Kristi drove on. She remem...
Ch.11 Goodbyes Lenny grabbed the phone, as the guys worked on the compound, taking down all the extra enforcement measures they put up. "Can I speak with Mr. Teller?" "Sorry, Ma'am, he's out right now, can I take a message?" "Yes, when he comes in, could you have him call Dubrowski's Funeral Home. My name is Anna Dubrowski and he can ask for me...
Amanda's eyes opened to greet the morning sun peering through the cracks in the horizontal blinds. She let out a long cat-like yawn as she stretched her arms out over her head, feeling several cracks emanating from her tired joints. Glancing over, she noticed her boyfriend stirring from his slumber as well. Feeling the soft fabric of the bed sheets gliding o...