Note: The following story was suggested by a Literotica reader. * Tia sat in front of her computer. The room was almost quiet except for the CD player softly filling the room with her favorite smooth jazz music. She liked the beat of it and felt it helped soothed her mood and masked any sounds that came from her room when she was on the computer. Tia spe...
It had been a week since I'd finished the updates on our bathroom. Besides the fresh grout, new medicine cabinet, lighting, new faucets, exhaust fan and paint job, I'd added a handheld shower massager and a spray strip that mounts on the wall that my wife had found in some specialty store. This strip was two feet long with a nozzle every inch. Each nozzle sh...
I. 29th September. Beswick House. Dearest Richard, I trust that my letter finds you in good grace and spirits; indeed, I hope that it finds you at all. I have been instructed to send it to Master George Hathaway, from whence it may be delivered to your last known location. As I do not reckon well on the chances of many such correspondences successfully c...
8 Lynn When I entered on my calendar the flight to San Diego to meet with the CEO of a biotech company started by former researchers at the Salk Institute, the phone call I both dreaded and anticipated came within a few hours. And when I flew into San Diego on a beautiful January day that denied the possibility of Boston's winter, Jefferson was there to me...
Chen Stormstout took one step after another, his beady black eyes locked on the delicious piece of Night Elven ass in front of him as she led him towards her leader. Chen was a Pandaren, a race of Panda men which hailed from Pandaria. They were a rare race in Azeroth as the Pandaren people generally kept to themselves on their island. Many didn't even believ...
CHAPTER 01 Stepping into the hallway of the hotel, Ariel realized she was more nervous than she'd ever been. Even though she'd been with Master Timothy for almost a year, she still found him unpredictable and impossible to read. Ariel smoothed her skirt, fluffed her hair, and stopped in front of Room 1210. She knocked and waited. And waited. And waited. N...
Master had been bringing me to the gatherings for quite awhile before I became the monthly star. We dressed in the attire that Master preferred. He, in his jet black jeans and shirt, would lead me with the leash attached to my collar. Silver links fell from the collar in adornment, jingling lightly as I walked quietly near him. Compared to many of the othe...
To truly appreciate this tale, you must first understand the case of one Erin Alice Dotson. Growing up, Erin was the bane of her father's existence. Her mother had perished in childbirth, leaving her to imitate her father for much of her life. She was a tomboy; she loved to climb trees, skinny dip, and flirt with the girls. The trouble was, the girls always...
I had been transferred to a small town to take over an existing supermarket store from an existing manager who was retiring after managing it for the previous eight years. My company had booked me into a hotel in town for Three weeks while I looked for a place to rent. At the Real Estate office, I met Veronica at the reception desk. She was a widow whose h...
{This tale is from way back, I guess I was about 32, maybe 33 at the time. I decided to study massage therapy, to this day I still love doing that for people, as I am sure some have figured out from my other tales. Part of it I am sure is my very strong voyeuristic streak, the other thing is that I just love making others feel good. Plus to me, having a wo...