"If you getcha one girl, better get two Case you run into Gypsy Lou She's a ramblin' woman with a ramblin' mind Always leavin' somebody behind" ~Bob Dylan~ Manic hysteria is oozing out of the Forum tonight. I know it's the groovy British invasion of The Skiffles and all but my mind keeps wandering to what's going to happen after the gig with my men. It...
It was two a.m. on a Saturday night and while I sometimes got calls at this time, I was not usually impressed with them. Reaching across to the bedside table cursing under my breath I grabbed my phone and my heart sunk. Gypsy! All manner of thoughts going through my mind about what might be wrong in the second and a half between seeing her name and saying h...
This is my first submission to Literotica. The below is not full of chandelier swinging kinky sex fests. In fact there is no sex. That's said, it does set the stage for a sexual adventure that I never conceived, continue to enjoy and which I am now putting down in writing. I hope you enjoy what follows. ***** I have a friend, a great friend, a friend t...
Gypsy read the note with a small frown. To my pet: The masturbation response missed the target, it is not an "or" thing, it is an "and". Just part of the complete offering I expect. Too bad it would make you shy, but then what is a master good for if not to stretch your bounds? It's quite possible I will want a command performance in a public place, say, d...
The slave sat in awe of Her as She worked around him quickly and with evident purpose. He felt heady and high from his imprisonment and wanted to close his eyes and sleep, knowing that wonderful dreams would envelop his mind immediately. She un-strapped the straight jacket and peeled it away from him, gently, but left him clothed in the Zentai body suit; the...
TWAS a fine day in the land of the gods, and Erysichton was cavorting about the fine country with his entourage of troglodytes and ne’er-do-wells. It was indeed in the bleak midwinter in which we set our tragic tale. November had fallen like a delicate flower upon a corpse, and the children of the land could be seen to play with a certain preternatural grace...
Gypsy stood at the door of what would soon be her new shop waving at Karen and Rebecca when they pulled out of the small parking area. Closing the door she looked around the large open space mentally making notes of what she was going to need to be able to get the business up and running. Grabbing her note book and sketch pad she walked into the back room,...
The warm, temperate evening closed in and daylight faded as the slave wandered aimlessly around the fairground. He had been here for an hour, as per Her previous instructions. A hoard of normal, everyday people; young and old; women, men and children jostled around him, happily, making their way to various rides and stalls to seek their own enjoyment and thr...
This story was inspired by "In Praise of the Stepmother" by Mario Vargas Llosa. I first published a different version of this story, with a different title, 10 years ago. This version has been substantially reworked. Enjoy. Thanks to Pink Delphi for her editing assistance. --- CHAPTER 1 Serafina and I have been happily married for several years, and the l...
> FIRST TIME Our adventures with Gypsy were the first of a series of red-hot, wife-husband-friend / 2 guys and a girl, MMF adventures. Like many of Jane's friends, Gypsy was a musician, a drummer in fact. You could tell by his stories, that Gypsy was the adventurous type. Like I mentioned earlier, Jane and I had been talking about having such a relations...