My spirits had begun to flag as the week had progressed, hearing nothing, and James seeming aloof towards me when we passed in the hallways. But on friday, my heart leapt at sight of a folded note in my office mailbox. All that it said was "saturday 8". The next day! I made a beeline for home that evening and went directly to the small section of my bedroo...
Author's Note: This is my first submission into Literotica although I have read many stories here, and commented on a few. It is intended to be the beginning of a multipart domestic discipline story. If this is not your cup of tea, then please find another read. It should be noted that all characters are above the age of 18 although this is not explicitly st...
Authors Note: This is my seventeenth story and it’s a re-counting of actual events that took place just a short time ago. Thank you to everyone who has sent me their feedback, criticisms, comments and so on. I appreciate all of it and all of you!!! **************************** Travis and I had been living together for over a year and a half and while our s...
When they pulled around to the back of the barn Cora looked at the shed. How hadn't she noticed that there was a sliding wooden door attached to it and a hook to place a lead line and halter? She was half glad she didn't because this was an amazing surprise. Ronnie parked the truck and looked over to her. "What are you going to name him?" he asked. "Well,...
Joan woke up the next morning, thinking what happened the night before was a dream. She rolled over on her bed a saw a note from Kelly. She opened the folded piece of paper and read the following. Mom, do not use the bathroom this morning. Put on white panties and tee shirt and come to my room. Joan’s heart pounded. “What is she up to?” she thought. Joan go...
April 13, 2008 I'm running out the door. There's blood on my hands. There's blood all over me, and I'm borderline panicked, and I'm sprinting like a madman down the halls of a run down apartment, my heart tearing in my chest, praying to god I can get out before she does. One Hour Earlier 8:00 PM. South Central Los Angeles. I'm driving in my car, going to...
So if you're wondering. I'm uploading these (or going to.) Upload my 'Diary entries', a few at a time. So that i hit the seven Hundred and Fifty word requirement. Cause even though I will be writing what i intend to be a bunch of entries, of my Masturbation habits. Possibly Fantasies, it's early days regarding this Diary (and/or) Blog. They will probably end...
I had just settled my team in to their first major deadline and came back to my office updating my project plan. I looked and noticed I had an email from him. I opened it quickly not allowing myself to analyze why. The first part was all about the project, wanting to know the status of the team, the move, the first deadline, etc. I let out an audible sigh of...
*Late Afternoon - Dealing with artists typically involved puzzling instructions. This one had prefaced their date by sending a peculiar email. It was beyond demanding and Lissette had read it twice: --- "Skirt - short - very - Pleats/Catholic School - Red only/school girl look - Sheer blouse/red - see through - Button tightly - at wrists - Bra/none - Pan...
Note: The students in this story are at the end of their senior year of high school. They have all turned 18. All libraries are quiet. But today the library at Darlingdale Senior High School is especially quiet as the calculus students sit their university entrance exam. The long desks in front of the reception at which students normally sit to study ha...