I awoke, presumably at some point in the morning, shrouded in darkness. As the usual post-sleep confusion faded, my situation became clearer. Despite my disappointing performance last week, madame decided to keep me on as one of her toys, at least for now. She had summoned me to her home for the weekend, during which I was to give myself completely to her an...
stefaan took a deep breath as he stood to de-plane. Valerie had been his Mistress for about 2 years, though they had known each other for three. She was everything to him and so he left his own country to stay with Her for the next 2 years. She had taught him as well as possible, taking over his life as best She could with an ocean separating them. This was...
Six months had passed since I had met Nikki. We had settled into a comfortable routine that was anything but routine. We became that couple you love to hate. The ones always out together, always attached at the hip, and always happy. Our friends missed our company when we were weren't there, and hated our guts when we were there. They always wondered why w...
Karen looked down at her watch for the third time in less than 20 minutes. It was small but larger than a ladies' watch, with a dark green dial and hands that glowed. The watch took her forever to find. Karen did not want a ladies' watch. She did not want a heavy watch a foot in diameter with huge hands. She saw girls wear watches that made Karen think of L...
Gretchen and I met through her work. She was employed by a religious organization in a right to work state. We developed a good friendship, and eventually, she asked if I'd like to meet her for lunch one day. When we met, was already seated and waiting on me. She quietly advised me that what was in her frosted water glass was not water. I took the glass and...
To: A.M. From: "TonyZee" Subject: Re: Re: Literotica Feedback Dear A.M., I am not in the habit, because I have not had a great deal of interest, in corresponding with Literotica readers who write me—good, bad, or indifferent—about the meager stories I've contributed to the site. My intent has never been to "meet" someone through my stories—hence me pseud...
This story is loosely the second chapter of An Artist and Her Muse. "Come on then, Nick." I flinched a little as my bare back pressed against the cool wall of the studio. Nick stood in front of me, a knowing smile on his handsome face. That smile told me that he knew what I wanted. My nakedness no doubt confirmed it for him. The fact that our usual state...
Hello. My name is Becky. I'm a thirty-nine-year-old teacher of English, and I'm delighted to testify on the subject of open marriage. It wasn't my mother's bag; but as I matured, my friends and their standards helped me evolve--not revolt--from my Quaker heritage. Actually, in boarding school my sexuality had raged, frustrated and confused, in my petite body...
She watched him stride in, strong and confident. It had been a while since she had seen his face, his movement. Nothing now spoke of the boy she'd had those five months ago. Walking toward her was not the pliable submissive she had watched grow under her teaching hand, he was now was just a man. She wondered what had made him so estranged to her after they h...
(Author's Note; Though the story is complete within itself it is a sequel to Silver Buckles if you want to read that story.) * The tinny bell echoed in the crowded interior as the young couple entered the shop and gasped at the goods they saw stocked on the shelves or on offer. The air seemed to be filled with the musty smell of dust, old polish and beneat...