Disclaimer: This is something I foresee coming to pass between Myself and My one, and thus I've tried to keep it as realistic as possible. If public scenes, or BDSM isn't to your taste, I would advise you to select a different story. Since this is My first Literotica submission I'd appreciate any feedback, as I fully intend to continue the story from here sh...
I was standings naked in the hallway outside the hall. I was used to this nakedness and waiting nowadays. Sometimes I felt like a forgotten piece of decoration; a realistic statue of a twenty five years old woman, with shaved head and pierced genitals. Back in time when still Edward showed interest in me, he occasionally had a new place of my body pierced....
This is a fictional account of a very real woman. Carol has a fervid desire to submit to a strong-willed, very well endowed, young, black man and is waiting for the nerve to act. Blaine * "Blaine," Carol giggled, clutching his arm so tightly he could feel the heat and swell of her breast, "how do you know these people?" Blaine lifter two fluted glasses of...
October 1857 Several months passed quickly and I had all but forgotten the Mooring sisters. Still I had not had any but the slightest intimacies with a female of any age since that last afternoon of carnal wantonness. I concerned myself with getting my home in order, going to Sotheby's on a weekly basis and picking up excellent pieces, both of art and furni...
Scarlett Kushchenko rubbed lotion over her long, sleek legs, pausing and smiling at the birthmark -- shaped like a phallus -- on the front of her left thigh. Not that she needed any help, but she was sure that birthmark facilitated her getting laid at least a dozen times. She stopped lotion application once again to inspect her rose-and-briars right ankle...
This story follows the events of Vegas Hardcore. Henry and Elle have returned from Vegas. Chapter One My clock alarm on my phone went off; I could tell that it was still dark, as I touched the off icon. Just as I turned back over to catch another couple of minutes of sleep, Elle, lying on her side, with her back to me, reached back and slipped her hand ar...
Dale's house, set back from a lonely dirt road just off I-78 out in rural Pennsylvania, was full of plaster and ceramic sculptures of wildlife. He had a workshop studio in his basement with sculpting tools and supplies, and he had long since converted his garage into a gallery and store. People would drive all the way from New York and Philadelphia to buy hi...
I had signed up for a Valentine's Day hike with a group from my college. At this point, I'd rather be screaming, and crying, and punching walls, but maybe a walk in the woods would do some good. She had broken up with me just that morning: no warning, an immediate replacement in the wings, citing some standard babble about age and maturity and what her frien...
I woke up to my requested morning wake up call from the hotel. There was a huge smile that crossed my lips because I had one hell of time yesterday and before falling asleep, had one hell of time with me, myself, and The Man in my head. The convention was opening its doors earlier that Saturday. I had to wake up bright and early to get myself together. I k...
"Is that you Ryan?" Lexie sat in front of her makeup mirror dressed only in black bra and panties. "You're running late. We need to be at the Country Club in less than a half hour." "Yeah babe, it's me." Answered Ryan in a forlorn voice. He poked his head in to the bathroom. "Oh no Ryan! What happened to you? Were you in an accident?" He looked like he had...