Ukiah thought of himself as a fairly tough customer, but the chastity belt was starting to turn him into jelly. Scarlett was worth it, but barely. He knocked on her door and she opened it, smiling slightly. God, look at all that curly hair. Ukiah remembered the first time he'd seen Scarlett, and she'd wandered to the door, greeting him in bra and panties,...
You are "kept" in my home as a willing, but servile, girl. Twenty-five now, you first arrived about three years ago. You have learned to be available at my whim, for whatever purpose I may require; many of them, but not all, sexually oriented. One thing I sometimes have you do, is to work under the orders of my house staff, particularly the head maid who d...
"Get up." She looked up at him, exhausted and covered in a film of sweat. He meant business. He stared down at her, unsmiling. His breathing was slow and measured. "I will not ask you again." She pulled herself up onto her feet. Her knees felt funny. Her legs felt heavy. Everything felt heavy. He took her by the shoulders and turned her around, embracing...
The secret lives of women never cease to boggle our collective imaginations, especially when dealing with the fierce, beautiful, embattled and triumphant Black American female. The heroine of our tale, Josephine Montagnard, is the living example of a study in contradictions. She was born in the City of Hampton, Georgia, to middle-class African-American paren...
I was still in Lili's room late that night. "Lay down on my bed" Lili commanded. "You're going to sleep with your face in my gorgeous ass." Lili walked toward me and laid down, lining her backside up with my face. I was presented with a heavenly view. Her sloped back descended to her wide hips and below, her gorgeous ass jutted out, comprised of two full m...
I flew back to Australia for Christmas, and after six months it felt really strange to be wearing clothes, to have fabric next to my skin instead of the warm, fresh, caressing Caribbean air. My family noticed, although only Grandma really understood. Yet I felt no urge to bare myself, did not seek out a local "free beach". Some cultural practices do not tran...
At the beginning of any relationship, there's a period of time where both people are absolutely on fire for each other. My story takes place during just this period. Bekah and I worked together. She was 18, and finishing up her senior year of high school. 5'8", blonde, and lean (she ran the 300m hurdles on the track team...and was quite good). She had legs...
What guides and motivates me in writing erotica (Rev 1) I thought that I would share with you what guides and motivates me when I write short stories for Literotica. You might find it interesting. In what follows an "adult" is one who has reached their age of majority. Herein, that is any person who is 18 years old. "The Rights of Self: An adult's life and...
"Mistress. Will there be anything else, Mistress?" I asked after curtsying to my Mistress and her guest. I had finished tidying up after dinner and had served them their post-dinner coffee. I stood off to the side, eyes lowered to the floor, my hands behind my back with one wrist lightly clasping the other. My chest was thrust out, and one high-heeled foot w...
I am a young woman of 21 or 22, just moved to the big city after finishing university. I ran cross-country and track in college, but unlike almost every other girl on my team, I have some serious boobs. Most guys consider me to be pretty cute, but my looks are more sweet and wholesome as opposed to overtly sexy. Very shortly after moving here, I've found my...