"Concentrate. Keep still. Don't move" Beverly silently recited, as the antique razor's glittering blade slid across her face and over her neck, then continued downward, pausing briefly at the first of the leather bands which bound her above and below her breasts, tighter almost than she imagined possible, to the gymnastic horse along which she was stretched....
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story contains characters and references to events in two previous stories I have written: Just Across The Hall and PIXIE: Sissy Stripper. It is not necessary to have read these two story chains. This chapter of House Rules could stand on its own for entertainment purposes. If, however you want context, please read the other two stories f...
San Antonio, 7:30 AM, Thursday Kit woke to a gentle tapping on his door and a feminine voice saying, "Senor Keet, Senor Keet, Senora Sofia says you get dressed for breakfast now. Senor Keet, can you hear me?" The tapping continued and the voice repeated itself. "Yes, I hear you. I'm awake. I'll be in when I get dressed. Thank you. Go away." Kit rolled ov...
We had set the alarm for six o'clock so we could get packed up, wash the sheets and do some clean up around the house. I helped Vitesha put the twins' luggage along with some of ours on top of the car and tie it down with bungee cords. We put a tarp over it in case it rained. The Merciers showed up at seven-thirty and we did the turnover of the place to th...
While Craig is dying to get off Iron Mountain and get back home to the girl that he's always loved, that girl wants him just as much and more, because she's finally figured it out. Not only that, but she's figuring out the best way to do that, too. She knows Craig because she always has - even right down to what she knows he holds in his heart, and that me...
THO' HELL BAR THE DOOR Author's note: And apology. I've made a few mistakes in this story, despite trying to keep an involved story straight. First and most grievous is that I put the wrong age in for Bill and Debbie's daughter, Kelly. She was 17, not 16, at the start of the story. If and when I re-post I'll correct that. She's 17 and Bill and Debbie have b...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual behavior are at least eighteen years of age. Disclaimers: Yes, I need an editor and no, I do not want an editor. Yes there's too many people to keep track of. Yes, it jumps around too much. Yes it's in the wrong category. Yes it's too long. Yes it's too short. Yes this is stupid shit, and yes, I am...
We had decided to eat at the restaurant again tonight. It was a wonderful day skiing the few downhill trails that they had. We ended around three thirty up on one of the lower tops but right above our chalet. I could see it a mile or two away at the bottom of the hill. The piste that we were on finished two doors away from our chalet at the end of the r...
"Costa Rica? Why Costa Rica?" she asked. "Consider it a working vacation." "You know I don't like the water, right?" He gave her that patronizing look she found so annoying before saying, "Oh, come on. A little water won't hurt you. Besides, we'll be at a very nice hotel most of the time, so the closest you're gonna get to the water will be sitting on th...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thank you for reading GAMINE AND GAMBLER. Selecting a category was difficult because of several different genre overlaps. Those who have read other Literotica stories of mine may recognize Nicholas Kane and the Sheikh from ANNALS OF POTENTATE III, WHERE WOMEN WORHIP THE SERPENT and THE PHANTOM PILOT. Although those stories take place in diff...