I had met Windy through a BDSM website, a new girl looking to learn about D/s, and her submissive side. After only a half-dozen chat sessions, we found we were very compatible, online. She followed directions quite capably, described her activities and her reactions very well, and had a great time doing as I directed. And she got wet like the proverbial wate...
Note: This story is the tenth installment in a series entitled "Sandra and Stevie". If you have not read the previous nine episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter. This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I strongly recomme...
Rosetta settled her huge butt on James's face. She couldn't imagine the stink he must be smelling right now. She had given up on wiping her incredibly protrusive bottom. It stuck out a full 24 inches past her lower back. She hadn't wiped in over 20 years, since she was about 13, right before her posterior began growing like a wildfire due to her steatopygia....
Why did I do it? Why did I have to start writing again for that pregnancy fetish site? As I stared at the two purple lines on the home pregnancy test, that question kept racing through my mind. It had all begun five years before. My second husband and I were recently married and trying for a baby. It would be his first, but my fourth; having three teen chi...
They had been married for almost three years, and had shared some very interesting experiences together. This time, though, things seemed different. Why all the secrecy; why all the hush-hush? Surely he knew that she was into everything that had transpired; surely he knew that she was “down”. Everyday for the past few weeks they went over his plan for her...
the ravings of a lunatic. This may be copied, distributed and folded, spindled and mutilated as the reader see fit. ***** Free speech and the vilification of some the writers on the site: I have often been amazed at what readers will say to and about the people who post material here on Literotica. I write and I post to share but I have a thick skin. And...
Authors note: Sadly, this story is basically true, with details modified to protect or enhance the story. I am left wondering: did I lose Darcy or never have her? ---------- Are You My Darcy? I lost her - my Darcy. Not like losing a pen or car keys. I had Darcy and I lost her. Maybe if I describe her you can help me find her again... Darcy is a should...
My feet hurt. My feet hurt and I was dizzy with hunger, not having eaten since breakfast that morning. I tried to cheer myself up with a bad Southern drawl, saying aloud to myself, "Ma dawgs is barkin'!" It didn't work. I walked down the street, same way I walk every night because I don't own a car - or even a bike, and tried to distract myself from my own...
The Ramifications of Yet Another Season of Flaming Denial Yes, this was the perfect deal: neither of them would tell on the other. Perfect. They could sit here for hours, drooling over the facts of the situation and sharing memories. Photographs. Lovers details. But neither of them would have to admit to the free world that they still held unvoiced- well, u...
I was always falling for guys who thought of me as being "a good friend". They would rave on and on that I was wonderful, had a great personality, what a great cook and the list goes on, but none of them ever asked me out on a date and always lead to be me either being drunk or spending many weekends, especially Saturday nights alone. One Saturday, I was to...