As soon as we entered the bar's smoky atmosphere, my nose inadvertently twitched with the nip of pussy in the air. The house band was overwhelmingly loud and for a Saturday night, it was rather deserted. As soon as we plopped ourselves down on the soft stools, we were awakened from our 2/3 drunk by something we had nary seen in over a year of spelunking the...
The Feeling, an introduction, part one Remembering the feeling is hard for me, remembering the feeling and wanting it again, immediately, now, wanting it to never end. It is the feeling of my hands on your calves as I kneel behind you, you leaning over your desk, waiting for me to touch you. People are around us, but they can’t see us. They can hear us,...
I thought I she was a mirage. Temperatures outside the truck were around forty degrees and there was a cyclone brewing off the Kimberley coast. Here, on the side of the highway, was a woman walking northward. She wore sandals (not the best protection against harsh, sharp spinifex), shorts, a button up men's shirt and no headgear. A small backpack hung from h...
Introduction: Someone here on Literotica mailed me and asked if I could write about a billionaire. Others said they liked my Sheikh stories. Someone else reviewed my earlier stories and claimed they were degrading and using the F-word way too much. So this time I want to try to write an old fashioned romance story with no sex scenes (at least not in the begi...
"Wright! What the fuck are you still doing here?" One would think that I'd have gotten used to that coming up from behind and yelling trick. NCO or not, sometimes he really worked my last nerve. "Working Sarn't." I shoved a doodle paper under a stack of inventory. "Surely you've seen work before?" "Don't push it private. Get outta here. See ya tomorrow."...
I was a student in a quiet town in the South of England, trying to pay my bills like everyone else, when I saw the advert in the local 'Free Ads' paper, one of those things that drops though your door and you put straight in the bin. 'Cult needs sexually liberal girl for midsummer ceremony.' Cult? I had visions of men in saffron robes banging drums and cha...
Part 7 -- The Bath Sharlene As he is carrying me into the bathroom, we pass by a large mirror mounted on the wall. My feet are facing the wall and I can see myself in the mirror. My blouse is open all the way to the top of my skirt and is just barely covering my hard nipples. There is just a hint showing of the pink ring around my nipples on the slight swe...
This took me a while to write due to circumstances beyond my control. I finally finished Sunday or rather Monday morning at about 1 in the morning. I apologize beforehand for not going back and editing. Sorry about that, but I promised the story by Tuesday and the only way for that to happen was to upload what I had as it was Sunday night. Thank you for unde...
Author's note, please do not feel intimidated by this being a long story that started in Romance. I feel even if you do not go back and read the first 7 chapters, you will still enjoy this possible power exchange. * The next three weeks were spent organizing Alex's books for the farm and reading everything I could about the role of a sub. The more I rea...
My insecurity continued to grow with each passing day during the next three weeks, as did the insecurities of the other 12 white husbands in our little condo community. Each day during the work week while the husbands worked, the young black stud had all of our wives hanging around him at his soon to be gym. The white wives continued assisting and preparin...