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...
Present day Phoenix stood, looking down from the balcony to the street below. The party would start in a few hours; people coming from miles away, filling the streets with costumed revelers in their masks and cloaks. She smirked at the theme of this year's Carnival: Virgins and Vampires. Little did they know! She turned and walked back into her studio, clo...
For Roxanne, with grateful thanks for bringing my muse back home. I suppose you could say it started with a kiss. Yes, that was it, with a kiss. But not the warm lips, soft murmurs, and low-light romance kind of kiss. That came later. No, it was the kiss of fender against fender, and the tortured squeal of tires on tarmac in harsh daylight. It was a warm d...
These following stories will be writing part in the first person where Harm and Mac speak about their past affairs and past in the third person where their stories unfold as they occurred. ***** After lunch Harm looked at Sarah and tried with all of his sexual persuasion to coax her into to bed, and not to tell of his sexual escapades, but to try and creat...