The door opened, and though, she knew his moods were generally good and he was a jovial Master, his sadistic streak could be felt a mile away. She shivered at the thought of what he may have on his mind. Looking into his face, she saw a cloud there that should have warned her not to say anything to him until he spoke, she stepped out of her safe zone, and as...
Firstly, I have to say this is only a fantasy, branching from reality. I'm an 18 year old, closet cross-dresser from Manchester , in England , apart from one or two of my friends who found out my secret, no one knows. And they have kept it their secret for about a year now. One of them was having a fancy dress party and the only rule was 'If you're not in co...
PART 1 - ETHAN'S VERSION "Ok, flash that gorgeous smile babe. SEXY! You were born to be this beautiful!" Heh - I was a born Ethan Combs, a fourth generation chicken farmer on the great American Plains. My dad Jon still manages the operations, and it's my job to sell our poultry to food distributors and despite the pressure of this economy, we do alright fo...
All decked out to showcase my voluptuous curves, I'm sitting in an armchair in the presidential suite at Portland's Paramount Hotel, sipping champagne. I check my new Tiffany watch. It's 2:31 pm on September 18. Any moment now. I shift excitedly in my chair. I've been wet ever since I left work early for a "doctor's appointment." With each passing month, I...
Alex Reinwright pushed his reluctant submissive through the door of their house, the force propelling her onto her knees. Megan had pushed him beyond the limits of overlooking her behavior. She'd gone beyond cheeky, into royal pain in the ass, and straight on to a god damned bitch. The last straw had been at his office party when she'd finished off her third...
I just want to start off by saying that this is the first installment meaning much more should be on the way. Though my writing has and still needs improvement I am always committed to improving, but please give feedback and try not to hate. There are only so many Literotica writers nowadays. Though there is no sex in this installment, this is how I structu...
I first saw her in the Uptown section of Minneapolis. Her looks got to me, what more can I say? She had strawberry blonde hair, cut short, but with what seemed the potential to be wavy if she'd let it grow. Her nose was slightly too big for her face. Her skin was pale. And she had the body of a runner or dancer. Lithe and graceful. Minneapolis is full of att...
Life can be utterly confusing, especially if you are an 18 year old hottie, in love with a man of the clothe. Read on!!! Rachel volunteered for a priest - a man of God. His name was Father David and he was a magnificent man, whose gigantic compassion for others was only equaled by the size of his cock. He was her mentor, and she was his Mary Magdeleine. Ma...
I still remember the first time I saw Emily. I was in grad school, walking from my almost non-existent office to my car. It was a typical early Spring day in North Carolina -- still a touch chilly, but sunny enough to remind you that Winter had breathed its last. Cutting across the quad, I saw the inevitable Ultimate Frisbee game: guys with their shirts of...
The "Wood Nymph's Revenge" is a sequel to a story that never existed as a complete document. The original story introducing the characters of the Wood Nymph and the Human was never written down, and therefore "lost" and never recreated. The idea of erotic spankings using those characters - in this setting - strikes me as quite "magical". Simply put, a Human...