(Author's Note: This is a 'what if' side story for The Perfect Pussy series. I never felt that I really had a chance to let Waylon talk about his feelings for Keni and think over what drove him over the edge. A lot of you have suggested that for his crimes he be locked up or sent to a mental hospital, maybe he will agree with you, but let him speak for himse...
I'd like to thank Randi for her editorial help with my story. Any subsequent mistakes are mine alone. I'd also like to thank Literotica for hosting this event. This is a work of fiction, artistic licence has been employed, so any relationship with UK/EU laws is not guaranteed 100%. "A little variation". At least, that's what she told me. It would be nothin...
I hadn't expected this; I wasn't prepared for it to happen. I had decided that I would be stupid to do what I was doing, that I would just go through the motions. I couldn't even imagine it happening to me this way. But it wasn't turning out the way it was, why? Because I wasn't expecting to even begin to enjoy what was happening, and that's not the way it s...
We woke up in time for breakfast on the Sunday morning, Chantal's face looked horrible, both bruised and swollen, although the bruising on her breast was not excessive. I took a few more pictures to act as a reminder if she ever thought about working the street again. Over breakfast she confirmed that she had learnt her lesson and agreed that she was lucky t...
"Day 33" The sound of seagulls overhead wakes Morgan Bass from his sleep. Instead of his bed in his apartment, he finds himself naked in a bamboo canopy bed in a back patio of a small but modern beach house. He sits up and looks to the beach and the crystal blue waters of the lake with a clear blue sky above. Morgan spots the beautiful Ilona emerging out o...
Chapter One - The Quizmaster 21 September 2007 David was feeding the baby when Marie came through the door; she was glowing from her morning run. "Look, mommy is home," he cooed to his daughter who was just shy of her first birthday. Marie leaned back against the breakfast bar, stretching. Her Lycra tights and shirt clung to her body, emphasising the...
As promised, here is the third chapter. As per my normal warnings, it's in UK English and contains adventures of a Domme and her two boys. Please press 'back' forthwith if that ain't your thing. Any mistakes are my own. Txxx *** She gazed at the two freshly showered and naked men on their knees in front of her. Naked apart from their collars, cock cages,...
We had breakfast with them, an assortment of dried fruit and honeyed seeds, compacted into a bar. And more of the cookies from the barrel, one for now and one for later. We said goodbye to the girls, and Davina, she gave Martin a long lingering kiss as they parted Alice turned and beamed at me as we left, a radiant toothy smile. Like the duchess's cat, on...
Chapter 3 Number 2: Liza "Mind if I sit down?" I asked. The redhead looked up and me. She was short, her angles all rounded, with huge boobs and the smallest waist possible which could flair to such fabulous hips. There was no recognition in her green eyes. She did not respond so I sat down. The glance she gave me was vitriol mixed with indifference and I...
I want to thank my sweet inspiration blackrandl1958 for the kick in the butt I needed to write this story, and for her usual expert editing. ***** My legs were like lead weights as I tried to have something resembling a kick; I kept my head down and powered to the finish line of the Ocean State Marathon in Newport, Rhode Island. It was only as I crossed...