Contains scenes of female domination and cuckolding. You've been advised. ***** Jerry woke when he heard the car entering the long drive to the house, crunching the seashell layer at his million-dollar home he shared with his long-time wife, Liz. He didn't really wake up; he'd not been sleeping, lying in that nether zone between sleep and consciousness, d...
This is a true story. All the names have been changed except for China - The names they gave me were probably fake anyway... This is written in my conversational style, because that is what I am trying to replicate. I have been planning this return trip to China for a number of months. I have been wondering if I wanted to contact Amy, the woman who service...
I am self-employed as a business marketing analyst. My job is stressful and usually very busy. As my own boss though, I take off time whenever I want to. This particular day I have taken off to go fishing. I've gone to a stream, I know of, in the Santa Monica Mountains. It is a beautiful summer day in 1965 Southern California and I've found a nice shady spo...
5 Days Earlier Jason awoke with a start, immediately suspicious. He didn't remember much of the dream, but what he did remember put him on guard. He needn't have worried. Jason was still under the covers, and seemingly unmolested. Pearl, or rather the lump of blankets that represented her, was in the same position he'd remembered from the night before, sno...
Meet Babette Grissom, also known as Granny Babette, a sixty-year-old black woman living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. At first glance, Granny Babette looks like any of the charming old ladies you might run into your local black church. She's lovely, friendly, well-dressed, and deeply concerned about her community. Granny Babette doesn't have a family, so c...
My first full year of college was over with and I found myself driving to my grandparents for the summer. The 'conversation' I had a day earlier with my folks was fresh in my mind... reminding me why I was making this drive. I could still hear my mother's condescending voice, "Nathan... NO your name is NOT Nancy! Your name YOUNG MAN is Nathan. I didn't car...
Drummer Boy: Bat Out of Hell II: Back to Hell Hi again, folks, Lady D here! This section took a lot longer to finish than I expected. Like all the other parts, I wrote it over a year ago in February. When I got around to it this January, I didn't like it, so I threw it in the swamp, and rewrote it. That version sucked less, but it still sucked, so I thre...
[I have a custom when I'm editing a Final Draft. I will purchase a rotisserie chicken from HEB, for my own personal consumption. Since it's a reward, neither the kids nor my spouse get to have any. I will eat my giant chicken, while editing my story, and when I'm finished, submit the story for publication on the site. This Final Draft required two entire ro...
"Granny Babette, I swear, this porno magazine isn't mine," Lucien Augustin said, and the big and tall young Haitian man looked at the tall, curvy older Black woman with a rather sheepish grin. Lucien Augustin, a first-year student at Algonquin College, had been attending the same predominantly Black church in Vanier, Ontario, his whole life. He was well acqu...
Hello all, Lady D here! I had to put a rush on this to make sure it was entered in time for the Literotica Thanksgiving Day contest. It took up the entire holiday, but I finally got it in. Yay, me! I'm totally gonna win that prize! What?! There's no Thanksgiving Day contest? Oh. No, it's okay. I'm fine, it's just allergies. Or something. Just...read the ne...