To be her thing. That is what you want, what you have always wanted. What you think of, lying there awake or dreaming--you are not sure which. To exist as her object. To be used for her pleasure. To have no say--none. How would one explain this wish to be used, to be abused, to any "normal" human being? Don't we all desire "respect"? Isn't the very id...
Dedicated to, and inspired by, the Goddess Nemesis The full extent of my desolation and loneliness begins to dawn on me. To return to these familiar surroundings where I have given loyal service over many years knowing that the person I have served has gone forever has brought home the trauma of the events of these last days. I am stood in the chamber of...
Part I Fiona had allot to do so she moved at a busy pace; straighten up the shelves, change the phone message. She hustled now, sweep, count, pack, lock, grab her pack and out the door. Her dark ponytail swung about and brushed her bare shoulders, she felt free and sexy. She walked in a way that made her feel strong, she could feel the strength of her legs...
There are two types of catholic school girls. The first is the type you see in videos who have "gone wild." They have boyfriends when they are young, experiment sexually, like to flirt and have lots of fun. The other type is the type who behaves themselves and follows the directions of their parents and teachers. This story is about the second type. I was al...
THE LAST REFLEXIVE by: Col. Brunhilda 'Iceberg' Buriman, ret. Sorority Sister of Pi Loda Cum Chapter Fourteen: Shootout at the ER Corral A short time later the nurse said goodnight to Dude. Her step-mother demanded she clean and polish their home before bed. Dude was left to ponder in dim lights and distant voices of hospital staff kept purposely low. He w...
Author note: this chapter is an edited version of part of my Literotica story 'La Contessa's Game'. Chapter 8: Deception From the palazzo we set out on foot at a leisurely pace towards Ponte Rialto. La Contessa is in her element, nodding her head in greeting to every passing stranger as we stroll along the canal side paths and elegant squares of the city....
I'm currently writing a book (heading towards publication). When I get writer's block, I found the best way to combat it is by writing something completely different; a short story, an essay, a few paragraphs. This is one of those stories. It started out small, then grew to 'series' potential. If folks like it, I'll keep going with it. Enjoy. _____________...
Abigail didn't know it was possible to fall in love so quickly. Yet here she was falling deeper and deeper in love with him. Jonathan was quite unlike anyone she'd ever met. He spoke with such confidence and authority; his sexy southern accent practically melted her whenever he called. His creative mind impressed her even though it sometimes kept her off bal...
The party was reaching a crescendo of frenzied activity. Tweedledum and Tweedledee were walking hand in hand like two little schoolboys watching proceedings excitedly when suddenly they gave a little jump in astonishment. Tweedledum looked at Tweddledee. Tweedledee looked at Tweedledum. They had simultaneously recognised the flash of the distinctive knife ta...
The bandit king stood over her, his thick cock rock-hard and ready to violate her. Grabbing her knees and roughly forcing her legs apart, Princess Felicia gasped as her barbarian lover lined himself up with her entrance, the tip of his cock resting against her aching pussy. "Are you ready, whore?" She could only gasp in response, her eyes burning with arous...