Disclaimer and Warning: For those of you who have followed jacinta's tale so far - be prepared for much more extreme and taboo use of her in this chapter. Those who may react to the scenes depicted herein are warned not to proceed. It is a choice you make to read on and see how far into the depths a girl can and will go Chapter 7 She backs in the back door...
Inspired by need_to_be_bad Quite some time ago, I was wondering through the massage board here at Literotica and found a thread entitled “A Strange Request”. It was the story of a woman who liked to be challenged to be “Naughty”. I was intrigued and read on. I checked in often for a while and eventually posted a reply to say how much I enjoyed her “Adventur...
He was yelling at the top of his lungs about nothing at all. I wasn't listening; I was just waiting for him to leave. Knowing you were watching and waiting yourself. I'm still not sure what was all said that day, but I remember my last words as he walked out the door was something towards him about you are no good in bed anyways, you are very replaceable. He...
Her writing has had a profound impact on my pleasure. Almost everyday I look for a new creation from her. I know most days there won't be one but I harden with anticipation anyway. I read her older stories and search for the pieces that might reveal her. She has told me they are real so I must wonder if she is a part of them. She has become my sexual muse....
Midnight was her favorite time to shop. She was up, working in the evenings left her mornings for sleep. Home for a few hours, free form the confines of professional dress, she could throw on sweats and a t-shirt and sweep through the aisles. Shopping during the day required a certain level of appearance. But the relative obscurity of her late night stroll a...
Rosie Webster had had a really shitty day. Her modelling career had not taken the path she hoped it would. Instead of her face and body being seen by thousands in magazines like, FHM, NUTS and MAXIM, or even page 3 of "The Sun" here she was returning home after a day of being the girl in tight shorts and an even tighter top, helping to demonstrate a brand...
Author's Note: My stories usually have a plot or what I fondly believe to be one. This one is a bit different - a cameo; the fictional equivalent of a quickie; a little teaser of ... well, just sex. I hope you enjoy it. ***** "Strip!" The word made her flinch, but she obeyed quietly, her head bowed, her trembling fingers undoing the buttons of her blouse....
The following is part of an elaborate story series that will explore a vast number of themes in kink. The themes explored in each chapter are highlighted beforehand so you can make your own decision if you would like to continue reading. All characters depicted are fictional and over 18 years of age. If you enjoyed all or any of it or if you have any feedba...
I stared at her fingers as they gently traveled up and down the length of the pale rigid shaft. They massaged, they stroked, they tenderly squeezed. She rolled its firm softness between her delicate fingertips, ensuring that it achieved a state of glorious perfection. Then she gently brought it to her lips, and stroked her tongue along its entire length. She...
It is late Saturday night. Hank has spent a good part of Friday evening and many hours of Saturday sitting at a computer in his third floor apartment. More time was used earlier in the week -- at work and evenings at home -- writing the report. He is working on an important report that his boss wants on Monday afternoon at 4:00 pm -- or sent to him by ema...