Edward Degas had a talent for capturing the female form. In paintings, in sketches, in sculptures. He certainly had a thing for ballerinas. And naked women. Nude, rather. There's a difference between naked and nude, you know. A big difference actually. Have you ever thought about it? You emerge into this world naked. A crying, balled up, defenseless little t...
Walking hand in hand through the dark, we seem to know exactly where we're going. But little do you suspect I'm the smallest bit confused as to where my new place is, and every street in this sprawling residential neighborhood looks maddeningly the same. Cortland Street? When did I see that before? Did we take a left at Orinoco Drive? That means that Aquarun...
Readers of previous chapters will perhaps remember that after my weekend away with my husband, Dave, I, Paula Bradshaw, housewife, of a UK Midlands Parish, had developed an enthusiasm for exhibitionism. I was so full of the fun we'd had that I was challenged by my female friends to attend the party at the local rugger clubs after the first match of the seaso...
A note from the author: This story is change from my more recent serious submissions. It's a light hearted male fantasy and not to be taken seriously, for it's just a bit of harmless fun. I hope you enjoy it. Regards Bazzza This tale is my fortieth submission to Literotica and I've enjoyed writing every one of them. As time has gone on, I've attempted t...
Some of my reader have seemed to believe my past story were real. None of them were, they were fantasy. Maybe parts of them were real or inspired by real events but none were true stories. This story is based on someone’s real life, I can’t say it’s all fact, I didn’t take notes as she told it to me. I wrote it using my own voice, my own style, I didn’t want...
Author's Notes: First and foremost, Always Faithful is a work of fiction; no characters depict any known persons. To the best of the author's knowledge, there is no women's clothing manufacturer by the name of Business Lady. The last section, chapter 4.5 ended with Laura, having left her husband until the end of the year, contemplating holiday plans with her...
"Rivers of life divine I see, And trees of paradise, I see a world of spirits bright, Who taste the pleasures there." ------------------------------------ They snatched the baby early one morning. At five the baby fell asleep having cried the night through, teething and an ear infection its issues. If its parents had then dropped into exhausted slumber...
1 -- The Introduction So, there I was. On my knees, naked, hands bound behind my back and the huge cock of my new Arab master in my mouth as he towered over me. In his right hand was the leather strap he had just used to whip me. My back was still stinging from the whipping. His left hand was wrapped around my long blond hair as he bobbed my head back and f...
…”Well, welcome to our home. It isn’t much but it’s ours.” Eli’s arm waved in invitation. Melody stepped inside fully aware that she was crossing a threshold far beyond that of merely entering a home. Tara waited patiently behind her, holding the screen door open as Melody maneuvered her bag inside. Eli set down her suitcase and extended his hand to take th...
Sand blew in molten abrasive waves, scouring over the figure of the man as he tried to stay on his feet in the endless dunes around him. It bristled on his skin, irritated him as it got into every crack and crevice in his body. It stung at his lips and burned in his eyes. With a raspy growl, he tried to brush some of it away, but it settled back in, thicker...