Rose has become something of a living legend around Saddleworth so I persuaded her to tell me her story for a small, or actually not so small, fee. I had to edit some of it and change a couple of identities but I hope you enjoy it. Angie. * I cowered in the corner protecting my face as best I could as the blows rained down, five, six, I counted, as they in...
Ethan stopped his car at the curb in front of Carrie's house and jumped out, excited to have another weekend to spend with her, this time without her parents getting in the way. He was halfway up the walk to the front door when he heard a familiar voice and looked up. It was Carrie's mother in her bedroom window. "Ethan," she waved again. "Hi, Mrs. Sheffie...
It was two decades before he was rocked by the memory of Millie again. Craig was working at a hospital in Sheffield when he saw her; well, not her exactly, but an almost perfect carbon copy, apart from the eyes which were strangely familiar, but not the same dazzling green he remembered of Millie's. The memories came flooding back, he remembered the night t...
Yvonne and I were relaxing in bed after another great spanking and sex session. As we lay entwined in each other’s arms Yvonne said, “Don darling, tell me a story.” “What sort of story?” I replied innocently, knowing full well what the subject matter would be. “Tell me about your first spanking experience. Where did it happen? How did it come to happen? W...
Note- I have never been to the Playboy Mansion, so if pleas allow for any discrepancies. Nor have I ever met Jennifer Walcott in person, this is a fictional tale only inspired by the same. xxx For men, the Playboy Mansion in Los Angeles sounded like a paradise on Earth, a house of hedonism, set in glamorous grounds and filled with dozens of the most beauti...
As we continued our tour of the Castle, Kurt led me down a long spiral staircase deep under the main building. At the bottom of the stairs there was a dimly lit hallway with rooms on either side. Each of the roughly hewn doors had bars in small window openings. It was obvious these rooms were jail cells. Our footsteps echoed on the slate stone floor as we wa...
"What's the password?" Nadia giggled as she straddled Jacob's body, playfully batting his hands away from her tits. "Oh come on..." Jacob groaned. He had never been a morning person, but the women he seemed to fall for tended to have that trait in common—his wife Sarah and Nadia did anyway. As much as the energy and spunk at 7am would irritate him, the one...
[This story was inspired by the work of another Literotica member; see link here. I am grateful to 2words1fiinger for granting me permission to use his characters. NYU is New York University, which is not part of the city university system.] ***** Hakeem Yazbek was twenty-three years old when he arrived in New York City. He grown up in Dearborn, MI and ha...
Laura, Philip - and Judy. By October, I had been with Philip for four lovely months, and I was happier than I had ever been in my life. I began to want to give him something really nice to show my love for him. I decided that my gift should be an attractive new concubine of my own age. At the end of September 1955, I started as a first year at Leicester U...
Chapter 1 Kyna kept a close eye on Maggie as the girl huddled in the frame of the kitchen door way. The older innkeeper brushed a wisp of silver hair away from her face before she began chopping meat for the evening stew. The loud sounds of the inn assaulted her ears. Her blue eyes constantly shifted over to Maggie. She knew Maggie was scanning the crowd a...