The subject line of the email read: "tied up tonight?" Inside was a gif file of a woman, hands secured above her head, being made to spin while being slapped by another woman. This looked like an invitation to me, but the last time I had petitioned for playtime I had been informed that unless I was going to be with a woman and he could watch, he was not inte...
It has been a long morning and I was beginning to wonder if lunch was ever going to get here. I have looked at my watch a dozen times this morning and the time didn't seem to change. Another glance and I noticed it was finally noon. I was starting to get a headache and decided to go to spend my lunch hour in the quiet room. I loved this room. It was away fro...
For some reason, you kept thinking about "The Stand." It happened so fast, after all. The news stations playing the same old, same old, totally ignoring the true disease spreading across the face of the world. Then people started dying. Everyone, died. It was fast, incredibly fast. First they were fine, then a day of the sniffles, then a incredible...
We ate a quiet breakfast; fresh bagels, coffee and the Sunday paper. Sharon and I sat at either end of the living room couch amidst the green foliage, our feet and toes often touching. After she’d gotten up and refilled our coffees, Sharon sat at my end of the couch and languorously wound herself around me. We seemed to fit so well together, there were rarel...
I loved Rachel for months before I met her in person. It began as a cautious, deliberate acceptance of intrigue and lust, and developed into admiration and appreciation of her as a person. This was my first love for her, and it was tempered with fear and mistrust on both of our parts. Later, as we knew each other better, shared more of ourselves and risked m...
A single bead of sweat trickled down the length of Tess' spine as she brought the lighter to her cigarette. August as warm in the city and she wiped her forehead as she exhaled a long puff of smoke toward the flickering lights. Even at midnight the heat was relentless, and she sighed in resignation as she fanned herself with her magazine. She held the ciga...
This is my first submission to Literotica. I have a thing for the American South, so I decided to set my story in Boone, Mississippi. It's a purely fictitious, small southern town. Thanks for reading, and I hope you all enjoy! ***** Boone, Mississippi. 1976. September Ginny woke in the middle of the night to the restless song of crickets outside. She shi...
I have recently begun slut training. I have a trainer who lives some way away (we met online), and he gives me tasks to complete. As soon as we began chatting online he could see I had the potential to be an excellent slut, and quickly offered to train me. He has trained several sluts before, many remotely. I have given him complete control of my sexual plea...
She heard the flick of the blade as it tore through the air. That same deathly flick that terrorised her dreams every night. She flinched but felt nothing. And then she heard it... quiet, so quiet at first but so commanding. Quiet but so loud that it drowned out all the street noise. Quiet but deadly, even more deadly than Wayne's voice - his voice seeming l...
It was a world in which two things converged; lust and love. Lust was the game we played here, and love was the illusion of smoke and mirrors. It was a world of crimson and grey; grey coming to our world of crimson in order to fantasize that they lived the crimson day in and day out. The smoke and mirrors was our job in the game of lust. We created the passi...