©Dark Dreamer with Hope Robbie walks into the darkness of the bar looking for a drink to ease the tensions of the past grueling week. As he approaches the bar, his eyes are caught by a vision of naughtiness sitting on a nearby barstool. Glittering eyes roam over tantalizing legs clad only in black silk stocking, moving slowly up, taking in the short leather...
Cathy arrived home around five thirty still shaking but armed with the perfect disguise for her appointment with the Steven's clan. Cathy switched on the phone and was amused to find she had had another thirty-nine missed calls. Smiling, Cathy typed, 'Arriving nine o'clock Friday! Be ready. Cathy pressed send and debated whether to wait for a reply; she deci...
She sat with her head leaning against the cold glass of the window. It was raining. Soft pellets of liquid release rolled downward, downward, and out of sight. Normally, this would be relaxing weather for her: she would put on her favorite leopard-print fuzzy slippers, cuddle underneath her favorite red flannel blanket, and stare at her favorite collection o...
I would like to acknowledge and thank nikki4723985 for her kind and helpful comments on the manuscript. _____________ "Take off your clothes Millhouse, and follow me," Mistress Goodies ordered with a sly smile. I could feel an energy from Mistress and her eyes sparkled mischievously. Mistress loved teasing me, but she also loved pushing my boundaries, so...
A little about me, myself, and I. I have had many talks with people online, friends, family, and acquaintances about some of my many fetishes, and let me tell you there are a lot of them. I am hoping with this letter to truthfully tell a story of how an average guy developed some of his stronger fetishes. To start, I am an average guy, 6' tall, 210 pounds,...
After the last car has deposited the last guest, the tall security gates slide together with a soft mechanical whir. The champagne is chilled, the hors d'oeuvres neatly arranged on silver trays. I always hire a few college kids to serve. They seem to get a kick out of dressing in the skimpy little costumes, and it's an easy couple hundred bucks for a few hou...
Author's Acknowledgment: A big thank-you to Literotica user Jack_Meehoff for input that inspired this story. ____ The shithole tavern where I work is really busy tonight. There's a haze of smoke that fogs the dim, dingy bar. I see you sitting over there at that table in the corner of my section like you do every Friday night. You're eyeing me like I'm the...
My Master leads me blindfolded into the room and place me on a chair. I obediently wait while he cuffs my hands behind my back, locking them, and then I feel how he force my thighs wide open and tie my ankles so I am fully exposed for his eyes. The leather is soft from enthusiastic use but still tight tied. Cool air fondles my skin and makes my breasts rise...
Carey lives in a trailer park about a mile down the road from Mistress Esmiralda's property. On this evening, I sit cross legged on the floor before her, one exquisitely tanned right leg around my neck, and the sour toes of her left foot wriggling in my mouth, my tongue dancing from cleavage to cleavage. Her trailer is old, but she keeps it spotlessly clean,...
Sacred Heart Academy for Girls is a beautiful campus, nothing but hills and green fields and trees. It houses two hundred girls total, grades ten through twelve. It's a great school that looks excellent on any transcript. It has its own shops, its own restaurant, and the most beautiful little chapel with stained glass windows. Pilar Duarte fucking hates it...