I woke from a rumbling fart and eggy stench from the pillow I had been sleeping on. I looked up and remembered where I was and what had happened. Fabonita had kicked Carol out of our bedroom and made me sniff her gas while she took a nap, and I slept with my head on her bum. Her farts must have put me to sleep as well. It was now dark outside and well into t...
Sometimes I wonder how I got into this mess. The answer is obvious but it usually comes during the day when I pee. Carla's orders are to sit when I pee. I lift up my skirt, and tuck the exposed chastity device down, and relieve myself. Just like now. The shiny pink pvc sissy maid outfit she bought for me is locked on at the neck. I stand up and flush walking...
Russ and I had only been married for a short time when I felt it was time for him to abolish his sexual comfort zone. Through our entire courtship into marriage we had talked about fantasies in great detail. Russ was very much into watching me masturbate and even talked quite a bit about watching me suck on another's cock while he watched quietly in the back...
Shortly after "Mrs. Swanson's Boarding House" appeared on Lit. I was pleasantly surprised to receive an anonymous email from a reader who called himself "Eduardo". He claimed to have been enjoying a part-time CFNM lifestyle with his wife and "mistress" for "over twenty years"; part-time because of their children. Once a month they would visit one of the gran...
BDSM has enabled me to save my relationship, leave a cycle of domestic abuse and salvage what's left of my heart. My name is Matthew Dixon and I'm a big and tall black man of Jamaican descent living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I'm a graduate of the Sprott MBA program at Carleton University, and work for the Canadian Revenue Agency as an auditor. I have o...
It was a hot day in Georgia and I had been digging in my flowerbed. I looked at my watch, it was almost time for Will to come home so I got up and went in the house to clean up. I went upstairs to the bathroom and started the shower. I was thinking of our romantic night I had planned while I undressed. I stepped in the shower, still with the thoughts of the...
The invitation for my 10 year high school reunion was stuck to the fridge and I felt it mocking me each time I saw it there. Just divorced after a horrid two year marriage the last thing I wanted to do was go to a reunion to talk to people I didn't give a shit about 10 years ago and cared even less for now. Plus how do you answer the inevitable questions of...
Hello folks! I would like to tell you all a story involving a friend of mine. This friend, who is in his early forties and whose name is Rajan, works for a well known pharmaceutical company in Madras. He is married and has two children. Rajan is quite distinguished looking, though with a fair share of grey hair, in fact fairly handsome. He has his normal mal...
(This is a short one-off rewriting of Literotica Author Scribler's ending to his/her four part story Jackie, which in my opinion was horrifyingly mean-spirited, and completely destroyed for me the respect I had for him/her for writing Oasis In The Desert. In Part 4 of Jackie the author ended the story in a repugnant mean-spirited fashion that completely unde...
The paperwork was recorded and I was officially single - again. My marriage was over more then a year ago but neither of us was willing to admit it. We tried everything - counseling, workshops, retreats, romantic getaways - nothing worked. The only woman I wanted to be with wanted me too. The only problem was that she wasn't my wife. She was married to a guy...