Chapter Two. The Picnic. On the weekend before Your return, You had written an email to Your boy containing very mysterious and interesting instructions: "I have a task for you, kgotso. I will be returning to you next weekend. Tomorrow morning, you are to go for a walk in the woods behind the house. You may bring our dog with you for company. I enjoy seein...
You asked what kind of fantasies had been running through my mind. What you are about to read is just the first in what I hope will be a series of letters to let you inside my mind. You enter the hotel room and hear the melodic music softly echoing about the luxury suite. Taking your hand, I lead you into the bathroom where you'd find a bath had already be...
I'm in the car, wrapping up my errands, when I get a text from you. "Come home quickly, I need you..." it says. I'm guessing you have to study, and the baby is being too distracting. But then I remember, you probably aren't studying because you just finished your grad school midterms, and are on winter break. Another text comes in, "the neighbor is babysitti...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex. ***** I perched peacefully on the top of a picnic table, my sneakered feet resting on the fixed seat. It was a bright and quiet morning in our camp ground, the morning sun not long up, with no movement and a fleeting soft breeze. Across the way, my tent mate made her appearance...
As the engine of the car turned silent, Rick asked, staring at me: "Are you sure you wanna do this?" I've been quiet for all the trip to the building we then was in front of us, I turned to him and quietly nodded one time, then again then: "Yes, love." We hugged and he kissed me deeply, then he gave me a look straight in the eyes. "Trust me, I don't wan...
Kirsty Aitkens was once again contemplating if she and her husband Graham were crazy. What they had planned for tonight certainly wasn't normal behaviour for a married couple. A slow, measured breath steadied her nerve and she returned to her self-appointed task: driving her husband mad with lust. Adjusting her stance over the bathroom sink so her husband c...
I stood in the bedroom upstairs, waiting for you. I had gone upstairs about an hour earlier, saying I was sleepy. I'd taken a long, slow bath. Before that I had watched you all evening, and watching your hands always excites me. You were working on plans for something you wanted to build, and I watched you bending over the desk, measuring, making notes, ho...
Jim arrived early for the meeting; his face filled with the boyish excitement that made this 35-year-old man so attractive. The fact that he was 6 feet tall with dark short-cropped hair and the slender with the build of a much younger man also helped. He carried with him a large black plastic shopping bag, a clear sign he had been to the local adult "Toy Sto...
For those of you that have read some of my work, this short story relates to the toy used in the one titled: Getting What You Pay For I've shared this story with some of my friends, not all and never have I shared it with you, the readers. I'm going to do my best to retell this event and since Literotica boasts this as a fiction story site, then I'll tell y...
She calls herself Lighte. She is Filipina, of a petite build and slender physique that gives her an aura of permanent youth. Long, straight, black hair trails down her entire back, finally terminating around her waist, where the tips tend to dangle in a state of restlessness. The visage of a model is broken by a round face, cutely wide nose, and a perpetuall...