Most of the world is now no longer arable land, so my entire hometown is being relocated on one of the mega-trains that had been installed as a short-term solution to deliver supplies to affected areas where significant populations still survived. The trains had been retrofitted for use as dormitories, kitchens, showers and bathrooms, dining halls and more....
The thought had never occurred to me before, the thought of driving out into the country and being naked in the evening. I sat and mulled the idea over, where would I go, how would I become naked and would I dare to drive naked at any point before stopping. What would I do once I'd stopped? What if I was caught, how would I explain the situation away? All th...
As a former driver in the KBG, I met hundreds of members, all with a tale to tell. Over four years I witnessed a number of punishments, thousands of public humiliations and drove numerous brides to their kinky or porno wedding. Three white limousines were always available for such occasions as well as a large people carrier and a mobile home for 'On the Bri...
After a long absence from this site, stopped by the other night, and was amazed at how many people had read my stories. So, thought I would take a stab at Chapter 2 of "Journey Into Submission". Chapter Two: Journey into Submission-Shopping For Mistress It had been months since I last saw Sea, and now she would be back in my life, taking control of my lif...
author's note: There are three previous chapters to this, describing the actual vacation, that got rejected because literotica was for some reason not convinced the characters were of age. Although this chapter is, in my opinion, not leaving any doubts, this rejection gives me cause to explicitly state that Tammy and Erika are NOT minors. I'm using my litero...
It had been a long and enjoyable holiday but at last Shahnaz was glad to be going home. The weather had been fantastic and, although at 50 years old, she was pleased to be back in the Mumbai sun showing off her tanned and trim body. It was precisely for that reason that she was still wearing a light summer dress that clung loosely to her. Shahnaz was not y...
Message from the author: First of all, thank you for considering to read this story. This is a continuation of two characters, Kym and Steve. They were in my previous 4 chapter story named The Chance Encounter. ** It had only been a few hours since I got home. I had sorted my bag out, got showered and was sat ready to relax. Then I remembered Kym's thong...
Chapter 2, Saturday I stared at the mass of congealed scrambled egg and felt my stomach turn. It was early and Richard and I had been lucky enough to get on the 7am ferry to Calais, our only penalty for being late a small surcharge. It was a beautiful day and the sun was already hot by the time we drove onto the huge cross-channel ferry, the air full of di...
Do you ever hear a piece of music, a song, or see a picture that is so beautiful it almost makes your heart break with the poignancy of it? Hallelujah came on the radio today, whilst I drove through damp green-grey fields and the limp winter hopelessness of the view combined with the music to create a great swell of achey sadness in me that rose up and cho...
When was it going to stop raining? This country could be so depressing sometimes. I thought about the long journey along the motorway I had to make in the afternoon to get to where I was working the following day. I had booked a hotel at the last minute, 4 star with a spa which I always intended to use but very rarely did due to checking emails or catching...