To those around him he was known as Lord McClure or Lord Gordon McClure, but I knew him first as GordyScot_01. As the name may imply we met online. Flirting led to cybersex and of course Gordy had me spellbound with his use of words and the descriptive way he approached our conversations, both erotic and platonic. He was, I first surmised, a bullshit artist...
The form letter flatly stated that my grade point average had fallen below the University's prerequisite for living on campus, so it was either apply for special dispensation, or find an apartment. I decided that four years in residence was more than enough for this girl, and hit the want ads that very afternoon. My friends thought I had lost my mind when I...
Author's Note Ann Berrybush and the other characters in this story are not original. They originate from the Ann Berrybush stories posted on Yahoo Groups, of which there are now hundreds of stories by numerous authors. In most of the stories, the hapless, repressed schoolmarm Miss Berrybush is stripped in slapstick fashion, usually by her student nemeses, A...
Chapter 1 It was the end of another twelve hour day for what had been a six day stretch for Amber. She slumped onto the sofa and rested for a bit. Stress squeezed the muscles in her neck and head, putting her fingertips to her temples she squeezed her eyes shut and rubbed in a circular motion. Just then the door opened and closed; she didn't look up. "Tire...
My time reading stories here on Lit has given me a keen insight into my own personality. I have found out where my interests lie. For a long time I couldn't understand, because of my sexual proclivities, why I like the Loving Wives Category. Until I realised that I get turned on by consensual humiliation and degradation not mine mind you, but of others. Non-...
Sadie licked the last of Miss Maple's envelopes. "Are you done, dear." Miss Maple, a six foot two Jamaican woman and Sadie's typing teacher asked her. "Yes, Miss Maple. I really appreciate you giving me the work." Sadie said gratefully. Money was tight, and she didn't want to work part-time and screw up her business college scholarship. Miss Maple had neve...
I have been working on her for a long time with little success. My fantasy is for her to experience bondage and discipline from a master. She is independent and obstinate to a fault. She will think nothing of biting her nose off to spite her face. You can imagine my challenge. It all started when we came out of the closet. She found out about my sexual obse...
Due to my exam results, my maid decides to teach me a humiliating lesson - Tarek. I was dreaming. I MUST have been dreaming because I was in bed. With my maid, my mistress, Rashida. I was naked. She was naked too. YES!! I was in bed, NAKED, with my NAKED maid, Rashida. In my dream, Rashida's eyes were shut. She was moaning. I could see her sweat...
Author's note: The setting for this story could prove disturbing or challenging to many readers. I make no apology for that; how you respond is entirely your choice. However, I hasten to add that the story is not based on any sect, cult or other group, nor is any offence directed at any group in particular or towards groups of this nature in general. The st...
Author Note: This is a low-probability happy ending to the twin problems of no-climax and loneliness that comprise the plot, but I don't think that makes it very different from other unrealistic fantasies found on this site. Also, lots of inner turmoil thoughts for the heroine interrupt the more usual fucking parts that are the primary reason for dipping int...