This is my first time writing erotic literature, any advice or criticism would be much appreciated. ------------------------------------------------------------------- The first thing I noticed was the bulge in her stomach. When I first entered the room his cock was all the way in her. Even as he thrust in and out of her once tight pussy I couldn't accur...
Matthew Evans, "Matt" to his friends, was a virgin. It wasn't something he was proud of, but it was true. At 18, he was full of hormones, which he unfortunately only got to deal with by masturbation, his penis having never felt the touch of a girl. Fortunately his two best friends, Max and Sam were also virgins, so the three of them bonded over their lack of...
I hadn't belonged to him for all that long, yet, from the beginning, the rules had been simple and definite. Near the top of the list, I was not allowed to masturbate in any way without express permission. That also happened to be the rule I had the most trouble following. Unfortunately, I also had difficulty not admitting to having broken that particular ru...
My slave sister's naked feet made a soft padding noise on the wooden stairs that led down to the basement as I led her by her collar and leash and I savoured the harder echo of high heels ringing in reply that told me without having to turn round that we were being followed by down to the play room by our over inquisitive next door neighbour Mrs. Parker... B...
Hi readers Here is the next chapter in the story. Sorry it has taken so long to be posted but I do this in my spare time and my hobbies and grandchildren take up a good deal of my time. This chapter is once again from Kurt's point of view Mygypsy ***** The rich coppery aroma of blood does nothing to hide the smell of rage, pain and fear as I straig...
Author's Note: The author has asserted moral rights under sections 77 and 78 of the Copyright Designs and Patents Act 1988. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between any of the characters depicted herein and any real person, living or dead is wholly a matter of Nature imitating Art. There is not, and never was, a College of Correction and Redemptio...
Welcome reader! Before you begin, a couple things of note: This is the eighth chapter in my longest-running saga. The saga has three different storyarcs which go in the following order: Ariadne's Dreams (Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4) Barry's Sluts (Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3) Suzanna's Darlings I recommend reading the previous chapter...
"Get up slut!" I slowly opened my eyes. "Move it! Get into the shower NOW!" I scurried from my sleeping mat at the foot of Master R's bed into the bathroom. I can't believe I slept through the alarm! I'd been living with Master R for six months now. He was strict and punished disobedience severely, but, at heart, he was a kind soul. He looked after me w...
PART I -- FRIDAY NIGHT My wife Patty had to go to Los Angeles for a weekend company annual retreat. When I dropped her off at the airport on Friday morning, she told me she had a surprise for me, and left it at that. I wondered all day what she was up to, and I had to wait until almost 4 in the afternoon to hear from her. When she called to tell me she'd ar...
Chapter 11 - An evening with Dr. Jim Halsey Ruth Burnside quietly finished putting away Cecilia's papers and locked her file cabinets. She pondered the strange events that had transpired over the last 24 hours. It was about 9:00 p.m., exactly 24 hours since she had received that ominous e-mail from the director of the department concerning her computer. The...