The idea of chastity both thrilled and scared him at the same time. He longed to know what an extended period of time locked with no ability at all to cum, would do to his already growing need to serve Her. He wasn't sure She understood how deeply his submissive desires had grown toward Her - had been growing - over the last 6 months - even as they had gone...
It was a normal day, a bloody boring day, one full of too many phone calls from too many stupid people who couldn't seem to ever get their jobs right. Of course, being the person everyone went to for quick and easy problem fix did have its perks. A nice big office on nearly the top floor, complete with a view of New York's cities finest cloud of smog and a b...
Just twenty years old, Lisa was born into a family turmoiled by drama. Her father had several run-ins with law, mainly caused by his excessive drinking and this only fueled his temper at local pubs. After her served several months in prison for manslaughter, young Lisa Michaels learned early in her life, father was not a stable figure. Her mother often worke...
Meeting on the internet made it very easy to go slowly, to really get to know each other. Living only 50 miles apart made meeting in person possible, but still left them with the option of not seeing each other until they were both ready. Neither wanted to be pushed, they both wanted to be sure this time. They were still using their screen names, and the ano...
Thank you so much, readers, for your complimentary comments on my first post. It means the world to me to know you enjoyed reading it as much as I did putting it down for you! I hope I don't disappoint this time out. I am a Queen... ...more specifically, the "blow-job queen", according to the guys on the crew I work with. This makes me smile. Guys are alwa...
Dean Winchester's phone rang just as he was about to grab a beer from the fridge. "Hey, Jen. Long time. Business or pleasure?" He grinned, hoping that this was a pleasure call, rather than a case. "Hey, Dean. Both, I guess." She sounded off. "Are you at the bunker?" "Yeah, what's wrong? Do you need help? Are you working a case?" "No, the case is over." Sh...
A couple of decades ago, I wrote a series of stories as a kind of therapy while my too-young marriage was falling apart. I've adapted them for Literotica, but they are little-changed. The writing style is a bit immature, the situations a little unbelievable, so be patient. Of course, they are fiction and of course the names have been changed. This is the se...
Author's note: For all of you teacher, English majors and general readers concerned with my skills at writing; I appreciate your concerns, but this is not a Master's Thesis nor an attempt to get a Pulitzer Prize, it is story telling. The grammar and punctuation is exactly as it is being told to me via recorded tape by Karen. I am not David, nor do I know Ang...
She hadn't been touched for a long time. Sure, there were hugs from friends, kisses on the cheek in greeting at parties, massages at the spa, playfights with her roommate. But the hurt of her marriage, her shattered trust, had drawn a protective mantle around her that now she seemed powerless to shed, and she would not get close to a man. She met plenty, was...
For three hours after breakfast, Ike met with the writers and outlined the new perspectives and how the three series would fit together. Up until that meeting, all the work had been on the three scenes per episode series that was just about to be aired the first time. That afternoon, Ike got to be himself overseeing a stunt for the serial. It was a fun thing...