It had been a long day of sales calls and highway miles, and the setting sun was glaring directly into Sophia's eyes as she pulled into town. Tomorrow would be another day of customer appointments and driving before she was back home, but at least she wouldn't have to stay in another hotel room. Tonight she would be staying with two of her dearest friends, M...
The five judges had retired to a private room to decide Beyonce's fate. Would it be her former band mate Kelly Rowland who promised a year of pain? Or would it be the lead singer of the Pussycat Dolls who intended to make Beyonce her own (and everyone else's) toilet slave? Or could it be Solange, Beyonce's little sister who had a year of cock and cum lined u...
"Come in," Anna said stepping aside to let Mason Tolliver enter the house. It had been eleven years since the two of them had been in that house- her mother's house-together. She slowly followed him through the foyer and watched him shrug out of his blue blazer. He stopped at the closet and hung it up slowly. Then, he toed of his shoes and pushed them into t...
Back at the hotel James led Eden into the bathroom, turned on the water in the shower and began to undress her. He gazed deep into her eyes slowly removing her clothing before holding out his hand and helping her step into the shower. He then removed his clothes and joined her. James squeezed a bit of soap into his hands and slid them gently along Edens body...
Tanya and I had decided that after 5 great years of marriage we should take a second honeymoon. We chose a beachside resort in Kenya, way more exotic than our first honeymoon destination of New York, packed our bags and headed off for 3 weeks of fun in the sun. On the plane ride over Tanya told me she had packed a few new "outfits" for us to enjoy during ou...
NOTE: Dear readers. This is LustyHearts. I'm fairly new in this writing gig and am nothing but a novice. I've always admired erotic literature and specially literotica. But there is a great chasm betwixt reading it and trying to write it. This is what came out of that effort. There will be mistakes and I take full responsibility for that but please consid...
Foreword The naughty bits start in Chapter One. The Institute – A Description This series of tales is about the activities that take place in a modern B.D.S.M. brothel. * The owner is one Madame Wanda. The Madame has a large trust fund so running the Institute is a matter of passion for her; it isn’t just about the money. She runs a stable of male and...
This is a fictional story that has nothing to do with my actual life. I figured it would be boring to wait around for Peter to come back and I didn't wanna wait for material to start writing. Also, my husband and I have gone through many adventures throughout the years, but oddly enough it takes time to remember details. So i figured I'd use this character t...
Holly woke as the persistent buzzing of her alarm. At 5am it reminded her that even though it was a Saturday and she had no television commitments, she was due at a fashion photo shoot in town by nine o'clock. She silenced the alarm and cursed herself silently for ever agreeing to the booking and made a mental note to instruct Rachel to give Saturday booking...
Act 3: Transformations The vibrations from my nightstand jolted me out of a deep sleep. I reached out, hitting the mute button. It's too early for texts. I rolled over, turning my head, straining to see the clock on Angie's side of the bed. Seven twenty six, it flashed, she wasn't there. "Dammit, I need to go back to sleep" I said, wiping the sleep from m...