"Don't forget to ask for May," Ian said his voice sounding weird coming through Jessie's speakers. "Don't worry I won't forget to ask for you special Asian cherry," Jessie said turning right at the traffic light and then another right into the shopping plaza. Ian laughed. "Enjoy!" Jessie found a spot in front of the place. "Thanks. Later." The phone went...
(Author's note: The following is an official entry into the 2009 Literotica Halloween Story Contest. Please note that this story falls into the non-erotic category. This tale is the result of a perverted and morbid idea I experienced early the night before I composed this. It is not intended to excite, but rather to cringe. With all that said, read on, if yo...
Dean Dawson kept to his word and didn't mention a thing about the fact that I – one of his students- was working in a massage parlor across town. I guess he could have mentioned something to someone, but then he'd have to admit he had been at that same establishment. So like countries aiming rockets at each other, nothing could happen without the other doin...
This is a sequel to my earlier story "Interlude with a Sub Couple." * I was in a good mood when I walked into the hotel bar. My work day had been very productive and my expectations for a fun evening were high. After spending many quiet nights in hotel rooms on business trips, tonight would be different. I was in the city where my sub friends Heather and...
Lady shadow tried to maintain a solemn mien, but she her smile kept sneaking up on her lips. Shana knocked politely on the parlor door. "Excuse me Mistress, General Darial reports that the grounds and mansion are clear of bog mimics." "Is there any report on our casualties?" 'Lyssa asked. Shana nodded briskly. "We have confirmed 30 of our staff and visito...
I was still standing right outside Gabriella's front door when Sean came running back towards the house. His quick steps worried me, what had happened, was something wrong? He probably saw my worried look because he hugged me close with one arm when he passed me, and pulled me into the small house. His other arm was occupied, carrying a brown paper box. Se...
I The black smoke of the factories had darkened the sky, so that even during the day the gas lights in the room had to be lit if Zandra was to read something. She sat at her desk, made of a reddish wood that sat by the window that overlooked the back alley. Her apartment was on the third floor, so on certain days when the clouds weren't quite so dark, she c...
This is the forty-first episode in a series entitled "Courtesan". If you have not read the previous forty episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter. "Courtesan" is romantic story about a dominant hot wife and her submissive cuckold husband. While they have a deep and abiding love for each other they do lead an alternative...
This is the eighth chapter of my first entry on this site, "Jenny Plays with the Big Girls". I again, want to thank all of you for your kind words of support and desires for me to continue this effort. Choking and gasping on what could only be described as burning sulphuric fumes, or rather the burning fires of Hell, I slowly opened my eyes only to see...
For a few years now I have thought of summarizing my experiences as a dominator of married couples, a "Bull," to put it in the vernacular. I don't like the term, but there it is. I'm nearing 50, and therefore must consider retirement from this venture pretty soon. I want my leaving the arena to be my idea, not something implied by an unsatisfied couple who w...