Like I always seem to do...I had put my mind into overtime by going online and reading some stories about my favorite femdom activities. I guess this is all a part of the torture of this fetish that I love, just because I get all worked up does not mean that my lovely mistress Jackie is also in the mood to play my games. This usually results in days of build...
Coming back to Italy was always emotional for me. Though I had been living in Los Angeles for more than 25 years every visit home was a sentimental journey. I always remembered my not so fortunate days as a struggling teenager caught in the web of casting couch and the entrapments of wealth and fortune. It was not easy but at least I found a way through and...
It had been over a year, and we had been in love...at least, it felt like love for a while there. Hell, who was I kidding? I had to admit that at this point in my relationship history, I had no idea what love should feel like. I sat with my head in my hands in her living room. She was in her bathroom, getting cleaned up after an hour of silent sobbing. An ho...
With the weather turning chilly I pulled a jacket out of his closet, a jacket I hadn't worn in some time. Slipping my hand into one of the pockets I found a small card which turned out to be a coupon of some sort. "Oh yes," I remembered the odd coupon I came across several months ago. That one was light blue in color with a B and J printed in large print...
"i have a snippet of a fantasy rolling around in my head.....nothing complicated... just an image of having my hands tied behind my back and you doing that thing you do with my nipples.....mmmmm" That's it. That was all I told him. I knew he would elaborate and make it his own, like he did with the card game. I thought maybe when I saw him the following w...
Matthew was standing in the doorway of the guest room. He was naked and he was touching his hard dick. His girlfriend's sister was on visit for the whole week and today his girlfriend Maya took her to a convention. So he was alone. He stepped into the room and took a deep breath. He loved the sweet smell of Maya's sister perfume. He lay down on her bed imag...
Tuesday. That must mean Mr. Thompson up first, 9:30. Mr. Brown at 11:00. New client at 1:30, Mr. Fisher. Hmm, problem there, Fisher lives across town and 4:00 client lives in the next town over. Mr. Sanders at 4:00. Tight scheduling. Mr. & Mrs. Watkins at 7:00. Bigger day than usual. 9:30, Thompson. Maternity bra unclasped, starting with the left breast to...
Author's Note: My first exposure to Oggbashan's work was through several collections of his fifty-word stories. He grouped them in batches of fifteen to meet Literotica's 750 word minimum. I was taken by the brevity of the almost poetic form and decided someday to try my hand at it myself. Ogg had been good enough to publish How To Write a Fifty-Word Story b...
Meet Malcolm Sithole, a young Black man who is at something of a crossroads in his life. Malcolm is having a grand old time in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. Sure, the brother misses his family and friends in the town of Soweto, South Africa, but he loves the Canadian Capital. Ottawa has a lot to offer an adventurous and outgoing young man like Malcolm, and he...
I looked proudly at my Amazonian reflection, clad in the black shiny latex Catwoman suit, with the soft leather thigh length boots and PVC Opera gloves. Brandishing the black leather bullwhip, I looked like the epitome of Latex fetish. My new found slave girl had walked into the main area of her sex shop and invited the guys to come through to the back to...