NOTE: This story is completely fictional. It is a fantasy of mine, and this is my first time attempting to write erotic fiction. I wasn’t sure which category to put it into. Feedback would be welcomed. I am a 27 year old woman, with some self discipline problems. I found this couple on the internet that said that they could give me a weekend of instruction...
Mary was wearing a green, one piece jumpsuit. I'd never seen it before, never saw it again. We were on the way to LaGuardia airport. She left work for a couple of hours to blow me in a taxicab on my way to some business trip; I would have been fingering her if it wasn't for the damn jumpsuit. These cab rides were often the only place we could get a little no...
I had it all planned so carefully, down to the last detail of what my wife was going to experience, as she did things for me she'd never done before, and what she was going to have done to her, for the very first time... I was all ready for the wild ride I would take her on, for the rest of our Saturday. But then fate intervened, and things went in another...
A man like me at this stage in my life should not feel this way, or so I thought. Here I was a 40-year-old widower finding myself enraptured like a teenager for this woman. A younger woman at that, but OH what a woman she is. She is naïve and yet wise beyond her years, possessing a wonderful mix of intelligence, insecurity, and common sense. She is in my eye...
Ever since I was a little girl, I have felt different. In a way, apart from the real world. I am always taken away by my emotions, and have never, truly, been afraid of what they may bring to me. For as long as I can remember, I have had a fascination with spanking. If feels awkward to admit, but there is just something about being over a caring lap, and hav...
I'm Pat, a retired headmistress who never married. On alternate Saturday mornings Jason who is now 20 comes to clean. He is one of a group of university students who just charge minimum wage rates. When the doorbell rings I get up, slip on a short dressing gown, open the door and let him in. He slips off his coat and hangs it up. He is a Scottish lad and wea...
Debra came home early today. Generally that's OK because we always call each other to let the other know we are on the way and to make plans in case we want to meet in town or need to pick something up from the store on the way home. No big deal. But before I tell you about that let me talk about my day up to that point. I was off work this Monday morning...
Chapter One Debra slept the night away. Twice she got up to go to the washroom but fell right back into a sound sleep. In the morning as she lay curled up in her bed, she took one sniff of herself and knew she needed a shower in the worst away. When she rolled on her back, she gave out with a small groan. Her bottom was still tender from the spanking that s...
This is a story I wrote a few years back. It is about a woman who is addicted to pain and knows that it can destroy her, but still seeks the blissful "golden cocoon" that lies on the other side of the pain and humiliation. Her addiction controls her, but she finds help from an unexpected source- her Uncle Jack and her sister Tracey. She also finds out that s...
Benedict had spanked me on Monday, neither of us had expected it to bruise as it wasn't a particularly rough session. A few hours later, I realized I had a polka dot pattern of bruises on the right side of my ass. See I'm a little OCD about some things and symmetry is definitely one of them. The spanking itself had been bad enough to be unbalanced, but the b...