This story was inspired by a member of The Lit. Forum. The story in about a woman I met through various threads over the last month. Since I have gotten to know her, I found out I have a great deal in common with her. It started as just some playful remarks while visiting this thread and that thread. It was a post here and a post there. It continued on to...
Camilla did move out of her mother's home (Camilla's parents had divorced when she was six). Now that she was making lots of money as a lap-dancer, she could easily afford her own apartment. Furthermore, she and a friend shared the rent. In fact, she'd been looking for a place a few weeks before the fight with her mother. The day after she turned eighteen, s...
Jim and I live in New England and over the past ten or so years have taken the opportunity to indulge in quick trips to Florida two or three times each year. Sometimes we stay for the week but these have become, typically three day get a-ways that take very little advance planning and we can be on the beach with minimal stress. The first time we took such...
Her knees were locked on the spreader bar keeping her legs wide apart and her pussy and ass vulnerable for her Master to use as he liked. She was horny as hell but her hands were tied together at the head of the bed. Her Master has left her kneeling like that in the dark for God knows how long and she was waiting for him to come back home. The doorknob turn...
She wakes up to the smell of eggs and bacon. She stretches and yawns. She first notices her door is close. I wonder why, she thought. She looks at the time and sees it was after 9am. He must had woken up and made breakfast. Maybe this is the reason why he closed the door; to keep the scent of the food hidden. He's so sweet. Speaking of sweet, last night was...
You wait patiently and eagerly by the door as I come back home from my daily run. You hear my footsteps and quickly open the door for me. As I entered, instead of usually having you take off my shoes, I slipped them off myself. I could tell from the look on your face that you were disappointed. Reaching over, I pulled your hair roughly "Get in the room...
With apologies to Joe Cocker. My proofreader enjoyed this story best when he had the Joe Cocler Song “You Can Leave Your Hat On” ready to play as he read this. If you want to do this, hit play the same time the “heroine” does in the story. * * * * * Another long day at work. You finish up, wondering what the evening will bring. Gathering your things, you p...
[Best when read after "Her Happy Ending"] * Her body trembled as he slid his swollen cock along her glistening pussy. After coating his shaft in her juices, he eased himself into her just past the head, which drew a delightful gasp from her. She was a little disappointed when he began to pull out, but that was soon turned to building arousal as he slid an...
Bedsheets strewn aside, thin shafts of morning sunlight filtered through the blinds and streamed over her sensuous curves. Our bodies were nestled together, spooning, as I soaked in the sight and feel of her silky smooth warm skin against me. My senses slowly aroused, feeling the soft warmth of the back of her thighs and firm ass pressed against my awakening...
I had been trying to land a prospective client at work for months. Finally I got a meeting with him - he was going to visit my house for the afternoon for lunch, and to talk. Landing this client would be a huge catch, and I made sure to tell V how important it was. She promised she would put on her best good wife show. V was finishing up with lunch prep whe...