DISCLAIMER: Like the stories in the "Celebrity" section of Literotica this is a fictional parody - none of it is true, nor is it approved of by the celebrities named in the story. Authors write these fictitious stories about famous people for the same reason that Larry Flynt made fun of Jerry Falwell, because they can. The Supreme Court of the United States...
Let me help you understand my views on this. Dom/sub relationships are not about the bondage or the spanking or calling one Sir - or the other any sort of pet names - but it more on the way that two people interact. There are some assumptions that can be made - but then while interacting - no assumptions should be made - that is where you need to find out yo...
...The house is a comfortable size, secluded from the beachfront by a long cobbled drive and a large, wooden gate, hiding the world within from that without. A small frontroom leading to a modern kitchen, reading room and lounge. The master bedroom sits above it all, lording the second floor with a balcony open to the sea air. Plain, austere almost. Minimali...
I walked in the room and there she was kneeling on a pillow. Her hair was in a ponytail and her head was bowed. Not a stitch of clothing except her collar and it's leash draped over her shoulders. Her hands were on her thighs, which were slightly parted. Quite a nice sight to see after work. I set my stuff down and walked over to her. "Evening." She didn't...
"I have an idea." You told me as You looked at me, smiling that devilish smile You save only for me. "Yes"? i answer. "Go get your camera and we will take pictures." You never fail to surprise me. You know that i am nervous, but as usual, with a smile and some patience, you relax me. "you know that i am proud of you, don't you?" You ask as You sit me dow...
I had spent the rest of the day in a small, dark room with just a mattress and a blanket to occupy my time. To say this stranger, Klaus, had just murdered my fiancé and kidnapped me from the street, his longing for me seemed short lived. The first five hours had been spent in a corner, sobbing for Sam. My chest began to ache with the grief and my eyes with t...
Once again, this is a work of fiction forgive any basic errors. Constructive criticism is appreciated, feel free to leave any comment it doesn't mean I have to read it though. And just to see who all is reading thoroughly, feel free to make suggestions for future scenes or prompts for my writing. ***** Jonathon carried her to the door, reaching up to shut...
When we last left our heroine, me, I was bent over my bed about to be punished. I reach both hands out in front of me. He secures both of them tightly in one of the restraints on the opposite side of the bed. My feet barely touch the floor. I am stretched taut over the comforter. He slowly walks around the bed. I can feel his heat on my back as he leans over...
Half awake and half asleep, I feel a hand stroke my thigh. I'd know it anywhere, with its long, reaching fingers and deliberate touch. The way the palm rests on and holds at the same time, the thumb stroking seductively, reaching me at my core. I surface from the dream, my eyes opening slightly, afraid that sleep might steal Master away with it. I turn on...
He stood in the doorway of the kitchen watching her cut the vegetables. This woman he had taken years to get to know. He could see the nape of her neck through a few stray strands of dark hair and the shape of her calf muscle below her white sleeveless dress. But what he really appreciated was the curve of her ass. An ass she didn't mind sharing. It was then...