A word of explanation. This story was not written by me. It was written by my online partner as a continuation of "His Whore's Wedding Day" which I wrote and listed here late last year. I assigned her this story recently because of an idea that struck me. She had seen a pair of stories that retold the same events from the point of view of a dom and a sub. I...
Note- Inspired by hit movie Austin Powers, International Man of Mystery, with Haley Atwell as Austen Prouder and Liz Hurley as Mrs. Kensington. Doctor Evil can only be Mike Meyers himself. Whoo, ho, ho! xxx London July, 1967 x The Summer of Love had well and truly landed in swinging London and the hot and humid day had not cooled off much by the hour of...
Delicious evening to stroll the beach. Which lay at the end of a private boardwalk across the dunes and through a coded security gate... But Pascal had no interest. A martini by the pool. That's where he was headed, after driving through the (also coded) security entrance and parking the Porche. Headed around back of the "cottage," as they called 26-room be...
The stories in this series were written at least a year ago before I knew about Literotica. The previous one (chapter 3) is posted here. If the object of the New York authorities were to increase prostitution and depravity, they could not better accomplish it than by their present policy towards the unfortunate class that everybody endeavors to ignore, but...
PRESENT DAY "If you don't mind my saying, the young woman you are with is stunning," the man said. "I saw the two of you together yesterday. Honeymooning?" "Thank you, I'm flattered. But no, she's not my wife, she's my Mistress," I replied. The man sat back from his breakfast, looked around the cafe, and blinked hard. His reaction made me smile. Mistress...
I've run a B&B for about 15 years now in the Montana mountain ranges. My house is an old ranch home built by my Great Grandpa and has too many rooms and I don't have enough hands to clean them all. I don't typically get many visitors and don't do it for the money but rather the realization that our town four miles down the road doesn't have any hotels or rea...
I think we're both a little too used to things being how they are. We're on a bench in our shared college campus, watching the clouds pass us by. You point out the shape of each one and even though none of them look like anything, I nod in agreement while trying not to lean on your shoulder or hold your hand. My mind steals the present from me as all I can...
The next few days were a flurry of activity of a different kind. They had to clean up the mess as best they could, and treat those who had been affected. Most of the staff at Jodrell Bank remembered nothing, which at least made the excuse of a gas leak vaguely plausible. For those who did remember, they had to rely in explanations of hallucinations and fugue...
It was a bad breakup. It was the kind that cut deep, the type that was going to take some time to get over. Abigail thought she and Stew would be together the whole rest of the year, go to the prom, party it up together at Senior Week. In all of her 18 years, she had never felt pain like this. To make it worse, just to twist the knife even more, Stew...
The Participant By whatdreamsmaycome Sylvia’s moan was muffled by the pillow that half covered her sleeping face. She was having a very erotic dream. It was recurring, and the vividness swallowed her, the pleasure she felt quickly building to a peak. The old house, too, lay in somnolence, an occasional creak of timbers, long settled, but disturbed by some r...