For those of you following my ongoing illustrated series, A BusinessWoman's Journal, I have changed the title to A Woman's Journal (Month _) in order for Literotica to list it in chronological order as their computer program only orders alphabetically or numerically. Hopefully you will find it easier to read from the beginning. July 2011 Month 16 Wednesday...
Chapter four: Job Orientation Mr. V set the electronic leash for five feet and set out at a brisk pace. Only a past determination to stay fit in a normally sedentary job allowed me to keep up. A we walked, he kept a running commentary of what we were doing. "We are outbound tomorrow morning, so I need to get everything you will need this evening. Have you e...
Nica felt the Dupioni Silk brush against her skin as her latest "friend" unzipped the back. Nica wasn't in the mood for pleasantries or tenderness that he was trying to give her. She wasn't interested in soft, romantic love making or genteel sentiments. At this moment she just needed a good fuck. She restrained her primal desire to tear his clothes off and j...
"What in the hell have I gotten myself into?" I pondered. Daylight had broken over the horizon. I rubbed my sleepy little eyes and sat up. Thinking about the events that had happened the previous night; I could already feel myself becoming wet. Oh how I wanted it to happen over and over again. I truly felt that I had finally found my place in this world....
Brenda and Mona were sitting in the park watching their four little boys and one very feisty little girl play on the equipment. Mona looked at her friend out of the corner of her eyes and muttered, "So, is there anything else you 'forgot' to tell me about being a nymph, besides my butt getting just as wet and juicy as my pussy when I'm turned on?" Brenda ro...
"You've dreamt about a man who would show you what you are inside, who would make you feel what you're capable of feeling, because you know there's so much inside, don't you? You know there's so much more..." - dr_mabeuse * I knew I was taking a huge risk. To change the game at this late date was to risk ruining a very adequate relationship. But, I knew I...
This is the eighth installment of Mrs. Hart's Ache Chapter III, Interlude V, Cassandra. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Author's note: see the Index of Terms for the definition of any word with which you are not familiar. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This is a simple tale of retribution, wherein the young hero teaches the mother of his newest girlfri...
Doug woke to a beautiful hand wrote gold embossed note. It explained that for a few hours this morning Miranda was otherwise detained. He reached for the pillows she had laid back on and breathed in her essence. The note also said that she was sending Ethan in her place he would be there when Doug ordered breakfast. Doug stretched almost bending in half. He...
1. The weeks passed. Aablar's routine never varied and Leia began to chafe at her long periods of inactivity, bound hand and foot for much of the time. They were continually on the move, covering up to twelve miles a day as Aablar followed signs of game. She was now able to fashion herself a new deerskin halter and panties from the hides he gave her and she...
The story is fiction. Fantasy. Not real. All characters are over 18. ***** Sunlight streamed into a big open room though old metal framed windows. It was a classroom of sorts, but also a laboratory, a place of research. Ivy covered brick buildings surrounded the grass courtyard below the windows, one of them with the stately facade used on the school's log...