I email You quickly and beg You to let me play with myself. You will be working all night and Your pussy is just begging to be played with. You give me permission and i rush home and get upstairs and slowly start stripping down, pretending i'm doing a little strip tease for my Master and i'm watching myself in the mirror the whole time, which is getting me s...
Now that you've cuckolded your husband, your job as mistress is only beginning. From now on you have full control and you'll need to use it. Your husband will need a strong hand to guide him. You'll be telling him what to wear, what to eat, and how to spend him time and his money. His only purpose will be to serve to you. Here are some ideas on how to keep u...
It's amazing the power that you can be trusted with. That someone will give you. I brush the back of my hand over her left cheek to make sure she's no longer trembling. Then I lay it over her lips and wait for her to kiss it before moving two fingers down the side of her neck, to pet her, stroke her—comfort her. I lean down and kiss her on the lips, her rig...
We are in Vegas and we have been fucking like crazy for two days straight. I have been constantly reminding you of how many Naughty Points I have earned and how I plan on using them whenever I want. I remind you that so far I have pointed out 73 different girls I would fuck, and actually our waitress here at this upscale restaurant is number 74. I remind you...
FATHER-IN-LAW’S CONCERN I am encouraged by the feedback so far from Literotica readers to the first three emails form Li-Wen. These dealt with her loss of virginity, her marriage and divorce and her first extra-marital affair with her boss. In total there are about forty lengthy emails sent by her, spanning over a period of two years. These dealt with vari...
All right, here's the story. My name is Dave; I'm nineteen, 5'9, 160lbs, short brown hair and greenish eyes. I have a very attractive girlfriend, in my opinion anyways; she's 5'3, 98lbs on a 'good day', brown eyes, brown hair that stops just above her shoulders, B sometimes C cup tits, and an ass just big enough for each hand. She goes to a catholic school a...
She smiled to herself as she hung up the phone. She had just done something that she hadn't thought she was capable of - she had said no to Jake. The call had come at eleven-thirty. "Meet me at one in room 416 at the Marriott. Wear something sexy and make sure you have your diaphragm in." "Sorry Jake, I can't make it." "What?" "I said I can't be there."...
Have you figured it out yet? Have you figured out which of your little insecurities is the one that drives you to submit? You've spent hours on the internet reading stories about dominating women bending weak men to their will. You should surely have some idea about submission and why you want it. Have you noticed the way the men give themselves to their Mi...
"This is the one." She handed me her phone. "You've not had a date so far?" She shook her head. "We matched a couple of weeks ago and have been chatting since, but because of work schedules we can't get together until this weekend. The unusual name made tracking down the corresponding Instagram profile easy, so I poked around of course -" "Of course." "-...
Author's note: This story takes place during Season 2 of The Flash. * Apparently Iris West had a type. She like them smart, funny and pretty but most of all they had to be cops. And also specifically her father's partners. Or at least that would be what everyone would say after they found out about her and Patty Spivot, when the truth was she hadn't exactl...