Louise ordered her kinky slave to stand naked in front of her. He was in his late forties, about eight years older than the pretty blonde, who had him like putty in her hands. "Welcome to your ultimate fantasy. We don't take passengers on this parallel planet. Is that perfectly understood?" said Louise. "Yes of course, Louise," he replied in a stuttering w...
Chapter One The first date went well. I met Francesca outside the cinema. She looked exactly as she had described herself. Tall, particularly in the incredible black boots, athletic, with long auburn hair. I was attracted to her straight away, and loved the way she took my arm, smiled and walked with me into the cinema. We had a few minutes before the fi...
Being with Francesca is always like a tonic and I feel completely at ease with her idiosyncrasies Like the way she adores opera and ballet but most important of all - with me being a red blooded guy and all that means; her deep rooted passion which really moves the earth and everything else for me. When we first met and started learning about each other, o...
A quick recap on the main characters.... Jane...that's me. 32 y.o. mother and budding deviant! Olivier...my loving and understanding French husband, and stepson of Francesca. Francesca...my 45 y.o. alcoholic French Mother-in-law and Penelope Cruz lookalike-damn her! Paula...my red-headed best friend and next door neighbour, and budding spankee. Dave...P...
Author note: this chapter is and edited version of part of my Literotica story 'La Contessa's Party'. Chapter 6: Humiliation I'm left alone to suffer and contemplate what fate awaits me when La Contessa and her guests have finished their feasting. The pain from the weights on my cock, balls, and nipples lures me into a hypnotic daze, until eventually I hea...
Simon George knew he was one of the luckiest 33-year-old Englishmen alive. He knew it well, that day on ferry-cum-cruise liner, the SS Toksvig, as it ploughed the North Sea on its way back from Esbjerg to Harwich. Simon, after a few false career starts, had found himself writing travel features for a regional newspaper group based in the east of England. T...
Copyright Andyhm. 2017 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. All characters engaging in sexual relationships or activities are 18 years...
CHAPTER THIRTY For the next several minutes, Francesca kept watching the monitors for her heartbeat as she drained Connee, although it felt like hours to me. The heart monitor would skip and beat here and there, then slow ... slower. My god, I'd never seen a change done this way. If I had known that, I would have known when to stop. I wouldn't have taken ev...
Author's note: There's a non-consent scene in this one. Just a warning for anyone who might be disturbed by that kind of thing. As always, feel free to leave comments, and enjoy! April 22nd, 2019. Location: Earth. Three days prior to the disappearance of Nathan Van Dyke. "Julie?" I checked my hotel key, making sure that I was at the right room. The...
CHAPTER THIRTEEN "Hep ya there, young fella?" Fuzzy asked. I reached into my pocket first this time. I already knew that there were some coins there; I had felt them as I pushed through the doors. But I was deathly afraid that Wizen had done something stupid, like giving me an Eisenhower silver dollar. To my relief, the coin I pulled out was era-appropriat...