Morning seemed to come too fast. Elianna brushed at the ray of sunshine that was tickling her nose, moaning her displeasure when it didn't leave her to sleep. She stretched in the bed, feeling the warm body of the man next, her eyes blinking open as she remembered what had happened between them the night before. She moaned again when she felt his hands wra...
"What's a girl need to do to get a drink around here?" she said. "Sorry" he said "I was just finishing the dishes" as he peeled the long rubber gloves off that protected the leather wrist cuffs she insisted he wear at all times. "It seems it's always about you, doesn't it?" she challenged, as he brought her wine and set it on the table. He turned to go bac...
In my mid 20s I learned to embrace the fact that I am a slut. I mostly did this by taking control over my situation and enjoying myself. Up to that point I had stumbled around and had whatever sexual experiences had come my way but at this stage I started to actively pursue the things I was keen to experience. The biggest one of these was Domination. I had...
They had an understanding. Tonight, she wouldn't resist him. He would drive to her apartment; he would come in through the unlocked door; he would find her in bed. There, a few things were definitely expected. For one, he was going to force his ex-girlfriend to give him a blow job - he was going to mount her face, and treat her like a certain type of girl....
What the catalogue doesn't tell (A companion story to Careful what you ask for) Robert MacAllister studied the catalogue with meticulous interest, every now and then taking a sip from his glass of finest ruby port. It was to be the biggest sale of erotic art for years and he had his eye on several items. He had been an avid collector of erotica for many ye...
It's good to see cuckolding communities on a rise in Indian society as well. So much so that talking about it has become a norm at many levels, if not all. Well, coming back to the story of my life, it's me and my two fetishes, cuckolding and foot fetish, growing deeper and deeper in me, so much that I have now secretly accepted my role in ISHA'S life. I l...
She could tell her husband was having a fussy night. He was doing that thing where he paces around the apartment and claims he's not sure what to do with himself. Never mind all the gadgets he's got lying around. Hell, he could even read a book if he was that desperate for something to do. She attempted to ignore him and focus on the game on her phone. Thes...
Chapter 27* "Why are you calling me this early in the damn morning?" Lena's sleepy voice came across as muffled and exhausted. "I have more Christmas shopping to do!" Alex groaned as she struggled with the Keurig. Nothing was cooperating this morning. She had so much to do, and no time to do it! The last thing she needed was a ten minute argument with a...
My feet hurt. My feet hurt and I was dizzy with hunger, not having eaten since breakfast that morning. I tried to cheer myself up with a bad Southern drawl, saying aloud to myself, "Ma dawgs is barkin'!" It didn't work. I walked down the street, same way I walk every night because I don't own a car - or even a bike, and tried to distract myself from my own...
This is a true story. I could make something up and write about other people who are far more interesting and do more exciting things, but I'm too much of an exhibitionist to let an opportunity like this go by. And too much of a voyeur to not like to think that other people tell true stories too, in the guise of literature. Don't tell me if this isn't true...