Author's note: All participants are 18 years or older. ***** "Father?" "Aye?" "In the land of pharaohs, the blood stays in the family..." "Aye, brothers wed sisters..." "Fathers and daughters too..." He looked at her for a moment, taking her meaning as she stared back at him, defiant, not quailing under his hard gaze as most of his subjects were wont...
Frank was all alone and had exhausted all available ways of entertainment. Forty, divorced five years back, and with a few friends, he was pondering what to do that evening. That was when he looked out of the bedroom window and saw the apartment next to his. A man wearing only jeans was doing exercises. Frank wondered whether he was so desperate to look at h...
F5: The Games She Plays (Author's note: This story is an entry into FAWC (Friendly Anonymous Writing Challenge), a collaborative competition among Lit authors. FAWC is not an official contest sponsored by Literotica, and there are no prizes given to the winner. Every story for this FAWC begins with the exact same line. Where it goes from there is up to the...
Walking in the rain by the embankment in London at Christmas, when the city's commuters have all gone home and deserted their glass and steel office buildings, they leave the square mile feeling like a ghost town. The only thing to comfort the passing traveler is the occasional homeless "Big issue" magazine seller braving the cold as unlike the many stranger...
I drive a sterilized knitting needle through my son's left nipple. Sowell grimaces, but he is sucking on one of my bloody tampons, and his buttocks hurt from the vicious caning I gave him earlier. I surprise Sowell—when he's coming out of the tub, wet, naked and vulnerable, I charge in with my whippy cane and leave red, bloody streaks all over his slim whit...
Dear Shoeblossom: On my eighteenth birthday, Ms. Sandefur summoned me and forced me to perform between her legs, and came wetly on my face, telling me that she'd taught me a valuable skill. Who knows? After I left school and started at Balloil College, part of Oxford University, I had a nice allowance, and began seeing a professional dominatrix, Moira, and...
Eighteen He is in a rather swank hotel room, unpacking his suitcase after the 9 hour flight across the pond. The business trip to London was going to be a bitch, 5 days of bullshit meetings with bullshit customers, but that was what the job was about. What was most unfortunate was that the scheduling conflicted with Hers, and there was no way to coordinate...
Vicky had left Kim in the cage whilst he went away to see if her mistress was ready. Kim speculated on what new test the Red Queen would come up with. She was finding it hard to think what it might be. She had already been subjected to torments that exceeded her imagination and couldn't think what new twists the ruler of Nemesisland would come up with. She s...
Nicole sat down at her computer and clicked on the Internet icon. She idly ran the cursor back and forth across the screen as she listened to the electronic screeching that indicated her connection to Don, her favorite sub. He should have received her gift last night. “You have 1 new message.” Immediately, she opened it. It was from Don, of course. He had re...
He wanted to go out to eat first. I wasn't in the mood. When a man is paying for sex and wants to go on "date" first, it usually means two things: it means that he is looking for a girlfriend experience and, 9 times out of 10, it means he could be a repeat customer. The latter is why I obliged. Girlfriend experience is kind of my thing. That's how I make my...