Because we are a clandestine group, there is no way of knowing just how many of us there really are. Just who are we you ask, we are the men who live lives of quiet desperation as normal married men yet yearning to be sub hubs. We want nothing more than to bow before our wives and beg to be their slaves yet we cannot for fear of losing their respect or even...
So, you've just finished your fetish story about a lactating pregnant woman who washes her nipples with soap and water every day. What's wrong with this story? Lots. Today, as a lactating mother, I will attempt to dispel some of the myths surrounding lactation and pregnancy, which will help make your stories more believable: Myth: Pregnant women lactate....
It was one of her favourite parts of the day. That small window of time that she was by herself. Work was finished and she was on the train headed home. Often she caught herself people watching, mostly while on the platform waiting for her connection. Making up stories in her mind of where they had been and where they were going, especially if she saw the sa...
A Good Spanking Needed and Delivered I took a shot of Jim Beam from my flask as I started my car. Was I really going through with this? I drive on auto pilot because I know where I'm going. I grew up in that neighborhood and this was right behind my old middle school. I took another shot. It was hard for me to believe that I was headed over to a complete st...
I had a feeling that night, laying there in my empowering glow, that we were going to have a talk about this sooner or later, and it turned out to be sooner. "Honey," my husband started as we ate our breakfast the next morning, "we haven't, well." It took him a while, but he finally told me that, while what we have been doing was fun and obviously disturbi...
England Since my parents' homes were no more than three miles apart, Mum arrived a few minutes after I phoned. Charlie and I watched from the front door as she raced the car through the open iron gates, skidded to a halt on the drive and gravel showered the front of the house. We backed into the hall to safety. She leapt from her Audi and ran into the hous...
The intercom buzzed on Miss Watkins' desk, and a the soft voice of Dr. Winters nurse, Andrea Hartman, requested that the next patient be sent to the examining room. "Okay, Miss Mitchell, follow me please," Miss Watkins ordered, as she held the open the door to the hall way leading to the examining rooms. "Sit right here," the receptionist said, "and Nurse Ha...
I have noticed the 'idealistic trend' of making women a passive aggressive, instead of recognizing them for their "power that radiates from within them" that truly appears to be the most frequent reason for them opening up to a male in need. We have too much bias for a horny lady permitting an aroused male the right to give them a good fucking, instead of -...
Author's foreword— Check out my previously posted submissions here on Literotica! This short story is my fifth, so it'd be easier for you to go to my profile and check out my archive of older postings. Enjoy! * * * * * * * In The Year 2127 Deela stepped out of the turbolift and yawned. It had been just another day working in the salt mines—or...
In the whole of his life, he'd never challenged another of his kind. He was always the one being challenged, so this felt strange to him. It was also unpleasant. He did not like making the first move. It was not his nature, but he did, and so it had begun. The first blow was struck. He had always felt that inner urge to battle their kind, but a greater part...