(Author's note: I have tried to get an editor for this story but failing that after over a week of looking I'm publishing it. Please be aware this work has some fictional coercion and other sissification elements.) The car drove through the city as the night pressed around Nick, watching the buildings flicker by as he wondered what was in store for him....
My wife, Christina, like many women, doesn't like to verbalize a lot about sex. Role-play is different. She hadn't mentioned her young colleague, Rick, for several weeks after graphically revealing her most intimate thoughts concerning him in an X-rated role-play. I'd tried to draw Christina into talking about him, or including him in another role-play afte...
Pretty in white... That's what my Mistress whispered in my ear after she finished dressing me in a white bra, a white knit camisole, a white linen blouse, white sheer pantyhose, and the palest-of-pink panties over them. She stood me in front of her full-length mirror in her dressing room, and she came up behind me. I was wearing white open toe sandals with...
Author's Note: Well, this is it: the last chapter of Melvin's saga (at least, for now). I'd like to thank everybody who has stuck with me as these things have more or less been fairly rough drafts from start to finish, and the grammar, structure, and language in some chapters send shivers of disgust through my gut. Thanks for being patient with me and than...
This will be a retold account of Donna's first experience being shared with another man by me, and of that event's effect on our relationship. We have previously written about it in past stories, but some new members of Literotica have written about how they could get started in wife-sharing. Donna has read it, and her corrections have been incorporated in t...
"Do you think a holiday together would be a good idea?" said James, as we sat relaxing after our shower following the 'basque' incident. "Sounds wonderful," said the girls almost together "where shall we go?" "Somewhere warm, with water and boats, I reckon" James continued, "perhaps we should ask Brian and Tanya to join us as well!" So the idea was born a...
The house stood in a quiet suburb of Paris. It called itself a house of assignation rather than a brothel. In the salon, an aging man quietly played the piano. Madam walked into the salon. "Monsieur, what is wrong? Can we do anything for you?" The man continued playing. "Thank you madam, but I do not think there is anything you can do." "Perhaps … let me...
"Bless me, Father, for I have sinned." Warm and lush, her voice trickled through the thin partition of the confession booth, and jolted me into consciousness. I had been mulling over the dream that had attacked me that morning, a dream surely sent by the devil to torment me. I had dreamt of a sea of rolling flesh, quivering buttocks and strident nipples, wh...
Seated at a private booth James snapped his fingers; "Hey; Nick! Do you want to hear the rest or not?" The younger man blinked and turned back to face James. "Yeah; yeah." He answered, but Nick couldn't take his eyes off the two bunnies that had just walked into the bar. James could only smile. These two would have been something he'd have gone after himself...
If you've never heard "The Mayor of Bayswater's Daughter" being sung by a gaggle of sozzled men or women, usually in a rugby setting, you may want to back out of this story now. Otherwise, you'll end up as confused as a confused thing. For those who have: to be honest, I've always felt a little sorry for her. Personal grooming escapes us all on occasion....