she looked so vulnerable, and that heightened her sexiness in My eyes. The bedroom was quite dark overall, the only light coming from the two once-tall pillar candles upon the dresser, the candles burnt down to about half of their original height, thus testifying to just how long I had been tormenting My loving slave. I thought for a moment of how she had...
"Loving, knowing that you are going to get hurt is like living knowing that you are going to die. Not loving, so you don't get hurt is like killing yourself before you die." * Dear you, I sat here for a good, long time, wondering how exactly I could write this to you in order to convey the deep emotions I feel for you, yet, I'm afraid this will not be an...
**This is a companion story to "It Started in the Rain" which has six chapters as of this writing. It began as a story submitted by Scorpio44 and chapter six was submitted as Scorpio44A. This story is intended to make sense without reading "It Started..." but they both belong together. As always I encourage feedback, email and voting. Thank you. ** I'm...
Sun. Lake. Hot. Sex. They had abandoned their clothes earlier and had spent the afternoon skinny dipping and nude sunbathing by the isolated mountain lake, relishing the heat of the summer day, knowing however hot they made each other they could cool off in the nearby water. Having rested an hour or so from their last session of lovemaking, they had grown...
After coming in, putting the groceries down on the counter. At the end of the hall, the sound of tapping of keys. Piece by piece, can by can, each finding its’ spot. All the time, listening, hearing the clicks and soft murmurs. Quietly I trod, reaching the doorway, half open, and the sounds grown louder and more frequent. Peering in, not making a sound, I...
[My stories get abuse from people who think that a story about a loving wife who likes to humiliate and hurt her willing husband should not be put in the Loving Wives Category. If you're such a person, please walk on by. I think the category is the right one because all things that happen between a wife and husband, with the full consent of both, are good an...
I was lying blindfolded on my back in bed with no clothes, and my arms and legs confined spread eagle with the restraints my husband and I have used occasionally. Candles lightly scented our bedroom, soft music was playing, my husband had luxuriously massaged and oiled my body, and I now had six hands gently stroking and lightly caressing every inch of my bo...
Mrs. McNeil paced back and forth nervously in her classroom, as she pressed out the wrinkles in her dark blue dress slacks. She wondered to herself, 'Am I making the right choice? Is he too young? Am I too old...or fat...or unattractive...or....' - she shook her head and inhaled deeply. The thought of continuing to cheat on her husband and possibly destroy h...
Hello dear readers. I write again to a special reader. One who chooses to write diatribes rather than honest criticism. It's also for all those who 'comment' anonymously unwilling to use even their Literotica username. And, it's for those who seem to be the hall monitors of the 'Loving wives' section and who cannot for the life of themselves write more than...
It was a cool morning as I recall. We were driving down to the coast for the day. We had made a very early start to miss the traffic and to get a good parking spot. We packed all our stuff in the car and were on our way at about 5.30am. The roads were very clear so we were making good time. My wife Gail had fell asleep after about 30 minutes on the road...