As I sat next to Him on the bed, I feel my hands start to shake and my body respond to Him even though He hasn't touched me yet. I keep my hands placed next to me and turn my head towards the floor. I'm trying to restrain myself from reaching towards His dick. I know that if I disobey Him now, I'll pay for it later. He could see that I was growing nervous...
"I just don't know how I feel about it." Daphne had said. It was the night before they're anniversary. Daphne and Carl had been married five years. Over time the sexual chemistry of the marriage had fizzled and waned. Daphne was the dominant individual in the marriage, ever the commanding one. Despite this however, she was the one demanding to be a submiss...
Message to the reader: Once again, this story, as the first one in this series does, has aspects of cuckolding, male submission, lots of humiliation and whipping and even some man/man cock sucking. If this is not your thing, please move on. The use of the "N" word in no way reflects the author's opinions of minorities. Leaving abusive comments about the auth...
The early morning sun streamed through the balcony doors onto Michael's muscular thighs and legs. His head buried beneath a pillow, he slept soundly. Kate stood naked on the balcony, the ocean breeze caressing her naked body like a million tiny feathers tickling her. Glancing down to sand below her she spotted a cat playing with mouse, toying with it, decidi...
Chapter 7 - Honey's Melons At sunrise Darling and Kelly sat side by side on the mossy bank of MilkTitty lake together, naked, shoulders touching, and their eyes drifting from the beautiful setting to one another. Never in the history of love and lust had any pair been more perfectly fit for one another. They were insatiable for each other, and as deeply in...
Letter from the author: This chapter is more about control and domination. There is some sex, but not as much as there usually is in my stories. If you are looking for a stroke story, this is not your story. There are some bisexual/gay elements as well. If you are into the elements I listed, please read on. As always, constructive feedback both positive and...
She stood there before us all, naked from head to toe. Our eyes studied every detail of her body, including her behind, since she was standing in front of a large mirror, with her right foot up on a chair and her right hand resting on her knee. With the exception of two female art students, we drawers were all young men; even our teacher, in his mid-forties...
After the first session with Mistress Red I was totally enthralled. We'd been in communication a little, but mostly I'd been busy writing. I'd finished chapter 1 of this story and was wondering what chapter 2 might include. I'd submitted the chapter to Mistress Red for her approval and was waiting for her feedback, before sending the final script to Literoti...
Hackamore Army Base, Tupelo Georgia July 27, 2003 Marty Sue, Sorry I didn't write you sooner, but you have no idea how busy they keep us here at boot camp. Most guys would just fall into bed with their boots on in we didn't have an inspection just before lights out. What a downer. So, not much personal time. Like now I am cheating on 'lights out' and writ...
Rain fell steadily across the stain glass windows of the gallery. Evie moved quietly through the brightly lit room, her gaze drifting slowly over various paintings of Vix's former leaders. When she came to a portrait of her birth parents she stopped and studied first her mother's face and then her father's. Both wore stern expressions, yet Evie had a feeling...