* * * * * Click Here to listen the story. (13.5 min/RealMedia) You need the free Real Player to listen to this file. * * * * * I was first introduced to online chat, IRC, by a friend of mine. At that time, I was, as always, like a curious little cat – wanting to know what is the fascination that made a number of my friends addicted to online chatting. I g...
My weekend of humiliation actually began on Friday morning after reading your email telling me that I had to put myself in punishment. I left the laptop and went into my bedroom to get dressed and I took from my drawer a pair of bottle green hockey pants. I have not done any sport since leaving school but sometimes I like to make myself wear gym pants like a...
Here I was. Looking at my son. Sleeping. In his room. Home from college. At the request of some guy I had just met on the Internet. In a chat room. 45 minutes ago I had taken off my dress and turned on the computer. 1:30 and the house was quiet. Both the robe and toy were handy as I typed in my usual screen name, NHmomof1. I hit enter. I scarcely noticed th...
Tom sat forward on the black leather couch; Barbara knelt at her husband's feet. Having her hands cuffed behind her back put her off balance and forced her to rely on him to keep her upright; it also allowed Tom to position her body as he wanted it. One thick hand wound through her long blonde hair, steadying her with his strength and reminding her of his co...
I like Saturday mornings. Not because of any great affinity for being yanked from my slumber by wildlife singing or the sight of the rising sun burning off the previous night's fog. The enjoyment is more prosaic, a pure bout of escapism from my shitty one bedroom apartment with its exposed pipes along the wall, my shitty dead-end job with its shitty bosses...
It started as a half joke, my wife telling her best friend "if anything ever happens to me, you need to marry Jason. He'll need a woman to look after him and my kids will need a mom." Julie was perennially single, and at 40 it was likely she wasn't going to ever have kids of her own. She was the godmother to both of our kids and they absolutely adored her....
'What was I thinking?' Louise thought holding up the red baby doll before her. The idea was a month old, a way of re-kindling her husband's passions for her, of showing her husband that Louise Chester was still a woman at fifty and a sexy one at that. Boudoir photographs, erotic yes, dirty surely not. They had been her best friend Carols idea. Louise had spe...
Rodney started awake, shaking his head and blinking against the light streaming in the window. After a few seconds, the sleep fog began to lift from his head, and he realized that the light was out of place. He wasn't in his basement room at home. Memories returned as his eyes adjusted, and a smile spread across his face. Jill completed a long, broad-tongu...
In celebration of Earth Day, I want to look at some simple things that all families can do each and every day that would make a major difference to slowing if not reversing Climate Change. I want to focus on what has been coined as the new 3 R's: reduce, re-use, recycle. But before we look at the specifics, I want to begin with the basics: why your family sh...
Note: This tale was written on the request of a couple that liked my stories for Literotica. I enjoyed writing it and if you also enjoyed reading it, please give it a good vote and let me know. I would very much like to correspond with my readers. She had always loved being his little fucktoy. Ever since they met. And she had been acting like it for qu...