(This is a continuation of a short story which was submitted to Literotica some time ago. Following a large reader feedback requesting further adventures of Greg and his Mistress Sasha, their story continues. If reading my work for the first time, this author respectfully suggests you read Part 1 first.) * Warm summer sunshine filtered through the bedroom...
We've known Melissa for quite a few years. She was more Annie's friend to start with but we socialise together every once in a while. I like Mel. She is quiet, though not exactly shy. I honestly don't know whether she even has boyfriends or lovers - that's how quiet and straight Mel can be. She is small in height and a little plump but she carries it well a...
I was in line at the checkout counter of the Central Public Library. Wasn't really looking up, I was on my phone as all civilized people are when standing in line. We moved forward a step and when I finally did look up, I was treated to the backside of a frumped-out redhead. Tattered plaid miniskirt, pale legs, and a half-tucked blouse. My first thought was...
The Meticulous Social Worker who gets the Perfectionist Fucked out of her. Elizabeth gave the mirror a last glance before she headed off for work. A social worker should always have a professional demeanor and appearance. Elizabeth being the perfectionist that she is she would not let a single strand of hair be unkempt in her pony tail. Standing before the...
The phone woke me at 2:30 in the morning. It was Stephanie, my wife, or I suppose I should say, my soon to be ex-wife. We had a huge fight earlier in the evening, after I had confronted her with my recording of the phone conversation she had this afternoon. I had warned her and cautioned her but she was not dissuaded and had gone to him anyway. I told her we...
Catherine's dream was a nightly orgasmic ride. Each morning she awoke wet, her pussy still quivering as if a vanishing lover had just slipped out. After months of this tease, the ravishing lingered in her waking memory through mesmerizing daydreams until the visions possessed her completely, until they finally became real... She wasn't sure when the dream b...
Many thanks to Techsan for editing this story. * If a young man had done exactly the same thing as Melissa did in her younger days, he had been envied, admired and regarded as a popular jolly good fellow among his many friends. Everybody had regarded him as doing exactly the right thing when he collected his large number of experiences before he met "Miss...
My eyes open slowly and stretch out my arm across the bed and it is empty. Twisting on my side, wincing a little bit from the deep red stripes across my lower backside stinging. Master is gone and a little note is left on His pillow. i Reach for it and opening it slowly. My Girl, I hope you feel good after last night, I know I do. I had an early meeting th...
This is a continuation of my slutty weekend serving Susan and Alan and follows on directly from "The Kirsty Fantasies Part 2" although it can of course be read in isolation if you wish. Day 2 -- Saturday Evening "Now this will be a night you're never going to forget my slut." Susan said to me, observing me putting my rather negligent maid's outfit on agai...
Her cell was a small room just off Master's bedroom; with an over-sized dog pillow, a blanket, a bucket with a lid, and an alarm clock. It was fitted with a one-way intercom that could only be operated from the outside. The door was always locked when she was inside. It operated on a time release lock, set to unlatch at the same time her alarm went off. It c...