If you started reading my story at this chapter, I should help you catch up! My name is Peggy, but my dormitory friends all call me Pygmy. It's a play on my name of course, but it's funny because I'm so small. I'm four feet -- ten in stockingfeet and weigh less than 90 pounds. A hormonal problem kept me from developing normally. Oh sure, at age 19 I'm se...
I applied for a job at an institution of learning, where I would teach children and a few adults, mainly after school. We dealt mainly with children who were either behind their grade level, or extremely gifted, and adults who wanted to further their education in a more intimate setting. When I went for my final interview, I was introduced to the secretary,...
My wife, Kristen and I had a huge fight one weekend. I can't remember exactly what started it, only that it was all her fault. I stormed out in a rage and checked in to a hotel for two days. Neither of us spoke and in the loneliness of my cheap room, I thought out the facts of my case. In a commonsense arrangement of the details, I'd easily win this argument...
He was a ranch hand. She was the boss's daughter. She had watched him from the day her father had hired him. His physique was lean, but very muscular--just the way she liked her men. And there had been men...too many perhaps for a woman so young, but being the only daughter of a rancher, and a beautiful woman besides, she had learned early on that she could...
Three years ago my beautiful wife named Eloise whom everyone tells me looks like Beaver Cleaver's Mom complete with the pearls and the stylish dresses, informed me that she wanted to explore her sexual side. Needless to say my life has never been the same. Needless to say I walk around with a constant hard-on. For example one time I came home and after t...
This is the first chapter of a romance between a wealthy, single, stern, entrepreneur with secrets who's heart is softened by a new employee who helps him find true happiness. Together they find love, bondage and submission along the way all while keeping it a secret from everyone they know. Please comment and give your ideas as this is a work in progress th...
Chapter 2: It Cannot Be Personal It cannot be personal. I try not to let it be personal, but sometimes there is that one person who makes it personal and there is nothing in Hell, Heaven or Earth that can stop it. For me, everything here is business, a well oiled machine that functions with my supervision. I take pride in it and I do care for my students, m...
Unconsciously I slipped a blonde strand of hair behind my ear, as my head lowered in guilt. My intentions were not to displease him, but nonetheless, I did. A foreboding feeling invading me to my very soul, my tongue lightly touching my dry, trembling lips. I knelt before him, and laid my head to his feet hoping for forgiveness. The room was silent, a silen...
She was enjoying her usual evening ritual. The bath was very hot and scented with jasmine. The aromatherapy candles burned, scenting the air with a heady aroma. She relaxed with a joint and a rye & ginger. When she got out she wrapped herself in a big terry robe and retreated to bed with a good book. She removed her robe and slipped between the cool sheets....
Note: The following is a silly little story I wrote in answer to a Story Ideas posting on the Literotica Bulletin Board. It's certainly not autobiographical like most of my work. I was just high and feeling whimsical so I wrote it at the request of member BlueFlame6178. I hope he enjoys it. ##### The chat rooms had become somewhat stale for him, and he had...