Chapter 12: The Morning After Jeff heard the sound of birds singing, and with difficulty he opened his eyes. It was morning, and he was lying alone among the soft sheets and big, fluffy pillows of a king-sized bed. Sarah's king-sized bed. Wait, was Sarah...? He turned his head from right to left, looking for her form, but he found nothing. After a second o...
Chapter 02 -- More Control These events are based on a true story. Please note that the dialogue of the Go-Go dancer named Jet is not grammatically correct English but reflects the kind of English spoken by some people in the country that this story is set. * I glanced nervously at my watch again. It was fast approaching eight pm, the time that we had...
Author note - 'thanks to lovesexandmore and a couple friends for helping to edit this story'. *** Well I have always had plane fantasies but I sit here now with a row to myself and only one person who is close to me; a chick in seat A across the aisle, with your instructions to masturbate and story ideas and think it will totally be the best flight to try...
Author's Note: This is effectively a sequel series to the "Amber" series originally posted to Literotica in November 2007. While these five chapters will probably make more sense to those who have read the original "Amber," "Amber Decides" is designed to be a standalone series. ***** There was no doubt about it: I loved her and she loved me. "Her" and "...
Because we are a clandestine group, there is no way of knowing just how many of us there really are. Just who are we you ask, we are the men who live lives of quiet desperation as normal married men yet yearning to be sub hubs. We want nothing more than to bow before our wives and beg to be their slaves yet we cannot for fear of losing their respect or even...
You stare at the writing in the back of your old notebook. Obviously this had to be a prank, right? Things don’t just become reality because you write them in a notebook. Still, it does interest you that you’ve never used the notebook before. Maybe I should try it, just to check, you think, turning back to the first page. Walking back to your office to grab...
“Objects in the rearview mirror May appear closer than they are.” — Meat Loaf T. discusses sexual objectification and her own personal evolution on the perception and comfort of being seen as a sexual object. Getting over the shame of being aroused when confronted with another’s desire to reduce their partner to something made just for pleasure and findi...
Note: This is my first published work on this site. Constructive criticism would be much appreciated. And this isn't a "wam bam thank you ma'am" kind of story, so anyone looking for an orgasm with in the first few lines will be disappointed. Enjoi! _________________________________________________ "I love you Josh." She said breathing into his ear. The...
They had spoken at length of their needs; online at first, that safe bubble of anonymity permitting; no, insisting upon candour, feeding that focus. Firing their imaginations to dream up fantasies, to deliver dark shards of need unbidden, disturbing in their intensity. That typed paragraph flashing up like a thought bubble causing a fillip of joy that both k...
Chapter 1, Preparation I looked at the borrowed room: a single red rose in a bud vase on the nightstand, my clothes for the evening laid out on the bed, and a handwritten note resting on top of a box on the pillow. It was only the second time I'd seen your handwriting; the first was when you sent a note along with my public collar. Welcome home, my dear!...