It all starts out with me coming home from work. Your sitting on the couch in your pj's watching tv eating a bowl of very delicious strawberries as I walk in the door. As I walk in you look up at me with a warm and loving smile that lets me know for sure that I found the right house to walk into. You pj's consist of one of my shirts and some plain, regular p...
Author's Foreword— This is my eleventh offering to Literotica and her readers. You're invited to leave a public comment and access my profile to see what other goodies can be found in my archives. Enjoy! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It was a boring evening to be out on patrol. Thursdays usually were. Officer Jose Ocala t...
Caught Out and Permanently Punished I was wearing a ultra short black leather mini skirt, a tight leopard print low cut top, which revealed my cleavage entrapped by my pink lacy bra (with matching panties). The straps of my 6 inch leopard stiletto heels were securely padlocked around my ankles. Recently I had been often going to the local park dressed in...
I knock on the door and wait, holding my briefcase, filled with my wicked toys. Moment or two later, Lukas opens the door and gestures for me to come in. I walk in and look around the house, nice, lots of room. When I see a medium length table I can't help but imagine lovely Wendigo on her hands and knees, pink from my flogger. "Everyone's out. Just you, We...
"You're nothing. Nothing, especially compared to me." Her name was Taeler Hendrix, and I hated her. She stood at five foot seven, but one could be forgiven for thinking she was over six feet tall. The woman had a charisma like no other woman I had ever seen in my life, which drew everyone, including me, to her. Her attire was one of the most sensual things I...
Hello! Please choose if you are male or female. So if you are male, first name is male, if you are female first name is the female one, yada yada yada. Something to note: The male perspective is in first person, while the female perspective is in third person. ...Long story, basically the male version is written by one friend and the female is written by......
It wasn't fair. She lied and said I had touched her. Her name is Sarah. Now I'm in a court hearing, and her mother is the judge. "I swear, I never touched her!" I yell. "Quiet down, or you will be restrained." Her mother, Margaret, said coldy. Sarah had a smirk on her face. She had always loved getting other people in trouble. "Like...
I awoke my dreams had been warm and lovely about my control over my pickup last night and about the taxi ride and the spanking, warm and lovely, The feeling I had now rather strange, my arms were out stretched behind my head and my right leg stretched out, something heavy was on my left leg and fiddling with my ankles. Is this still dreaming or is someone re...
It's 7:30 on Friday night, in one of the last of the Golden Days of the 1990's, and I'm sitting at an upscale lounge. The lounge is in a shopping center that I hate going to. Just ten years ago, the whole area was a field that my friends and me used to play in, and there wasn't much in the area. Today, it is an over-glamorized bastion of overpriced plastic m...
Good things always seem to come when you least expect them. Last week was one of those times. I had been burning the proverbial midnight oil a lot lately, spending way too much time working into the late hours of the evening, and far too little time relaxing and enjoying life. My social life had pretty much been put on hold in exchange for what I had convinc...