I hung up the phone a moment ago. It was the concierge calling; my car is downstairs. I took a long, jasmine and vanilla scented bath this morning, easing the soreness from my body. Heels are fatiguing, and Anatoly's party kept me mostly on my feet for ten hours. I ordered a lumberjack's breakfast from room service. I only taste when I hostess here; I am al...
I want to express my heartfelt appreciation for the many many Constant Readers who have sent me compliments on my stories using Literotica feedback instead of posting public comments. Your kind words meant a lot to me, allowing me to continue to write despite the hateful and meaningless comments like "cuck shit" and "diseased whore" from a few misogynist cre...
To the Readers - Beware, this story was written for the timid and the weak. * * * * * My name is Early. I had finished my out of town business and was heading back LA, a day ahead of schedule. I board a flight on "stand-by" and squeezed into my seat. I noticed the ice cold stare of the man sitting next to me, and I thought to myself, "It's going to be a l...
As Always first things first. I thank my LadyCibelle and Techsan for their patience, proof reading, editing skills and of course encouragement. I'll add that we don't always see eye to eye, so I take full responsibility for any cock-ups in this story. * The idea for this short story came from reading stories by two other writers, my friend Dynamite Jacks "...
Today, Mirage was especially longing for her handler to arrive. As soon as the first rays of sunlight had lit up the barn, she had awoken with that deep urge. The same urge that was bothering her for days on end. But today was that day again, when she might be granted release from her hardship. Pressing her haltered head against her stall's door, she was ju...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, using Microsoft Spell-check. You have been forewarned. *.*.* Three weeks After the Marcie Martin concert, Richard's attorney, Barbara Trenton had Mary Beth served with the petition for the dissolution o...
Note: As the story of Pastor Sarah continues, it becomes more important to have read the series. I do not attempt to rewrite how people entered the story. Several new characters enter during chapter 12. When Pastor Sarah awoke at 6:30 a.m. on Monday morning, she realized that her bedmates were already up. As she walked into the kitchen, Samantha poured her...
It was the kind of bar you like when you just want an intimate evening with a bottle of really good scotch; not many people, not too much light, no waitresses in short shorts and tight T-shirts, and no fucking jukebox. I was at Barney’s to drink away the pain in my head caused by having been hit on the head with a pantyhose mannequin. I’m Jase Conford, and I...
Too Much of a Good Thing: A Fantasy of Excess. Chapter IX An offer he can’t refuse! ================================================= I had lost all sense of time and place. I was aware only of the sensation in my fully erect cock and balls which seemed to be stimulating themselves! Only gradually did I become aware of the nubile, bronzed female form tha...
Walking from the elevator I reread the address that I was given last week. I found myself on a row of professional looking offices, and while I could not imagine where I had thought that this practitioner might work, the deep pile carpet of the corridor had a soothing effect on my nerves and spirits. It was a long corridor and at last I came to an oak door w...