Chapter 1 – I sell myself Sitting on the monorail, looking at my reflection in the window and ignoring the city as it sped by, I told myself it would only be for three months. Three months wearing the collar, three months of almost no-holds barred slavery. The credits would get me out of the hole I'd dug for myself, and then I could book passage off this ma...
Dear Readers, the following story is a real life true incident that one of my friends has decided to share. All names, events and details are true. I have not embellished any details. Feel free to comment and provide feedback if you want to comment on her story or want to contact her. Love is a powerful thing. It's a combination of physical, emotional,...
Hello, my name is Ryan. All you need to know about me is that I'm a white male in his mid 20s. I'm 5'11, slightly overweight and have brown hair. I don't shave my body hair, and my uncircumcised penis is 6.5 inches when fully erect. I'll leave the rest to your imagination. I graduated university in spring of 2017, with a Master's in Tourism & Travel. After...
© 2007. All rights reserved This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. * * * * * LIKE SO MANY NOW IN OUR GROUP, my first sudra lover was a servant, a naukar. I was just past 18 at the time. I was still a virgin which isn't uncommon at all in Indian society. If anything, it's the rest of my life tha...
My name is Jackie and I am going to tell my story. I do this with the encouragement of Bobby, my lover, my confidant, my friend and the master of my body and mind. Some of you will read this and look at me with awe, others with disgust, I really don't care either way. The only opinion I care about is the lady that looks back at me in the mirror each morning...
This is a re-posting of my first story on Lit. I have re-edited it to improve grammar, punctuation and, I hope, readability. Ingrid had pushed Steve back onto the stateroom bed and told him to wait there. She took a black plastic bag from her overnighter, then walked toward the head. As she left the room, she looked back over her shoulder and arched her...
By 7:15 Friday night Kathryn was a wreck. Sophie the seventeen-year-old high school senior from four doors down had come to babysit Tommy. Dennis Morgan was due at 7:30 and Kate's dress was too short. It was the simple black dress she had purchased just after her marriage some eight years before. It was too tight and too short. Why did she think it would fit...
Divya's sexual growth was progressing in leaps and bounds with Mayank online and Mehra in real life. Who knows how much further Divya would've gone with Mehra if not for the fact that events suddenly took a major turn. Her grandmother had a heart attack. She was admitted to the hospital and survived after intense treatment. But Divya had to be with the fami...
[This is a work of fiction. The story is an unadulterated and unabashed attempt to tickle male fantasies and perhaps some female fantasies as well. As such, the story may or may not totally conform to reality. With some occasional historical exceptions, all other places, events, and persons, are entirely fictitious and any resemblance to actual persons, livi...
The Alternative Just Get on the Tug, Doug! "Do you want to talk about it?" "No. Not really." My wife Connie was just returning from her weekend with her lover. It started six months ago. At first, she would use a cover story about going to spent time with her mother, but in the last few months, she just left with no explanation at all. I was a bit too tr...