Getting through the airport was the easy part. My scars were visible slightly through my leggings and I had a silk like strap twisted up my right leg that extended past my garter belt. My skirt was short enough that no one noticed, or even questioned the fact that I had quite a bit of rope woven around my body. The strap slightly hindered my mobility, but I...
All characters are over 18 years of age. ***** Bill was 22 when he met Nan in a local bar in LA. It was June; he'd just finished law school and was starting a job in the legal department of a large bank. Coming to the bar from work had Bill wearing a suit and tie which made him stand out in the local tavern. Nan was a grad student who was at the bar with a...
So this is a true story. It happened a short while ago. I have changed the names. Actually I mostly just used letters as I'm a lazy bitch. Plus I've kept some details vague. Still some people will be able to recognise it I'm sure. A little backstory, my name is Sasha, I'm a gay woman and I live in a large city in the UK. Probably not either of the ones you...
THE WHISKEY SOURS THIS IS THE START OF WHAT LEADS TO CHAPTERS 1 AND 2. The arrow on my computer screen is over Add Friend and my index finger is poised to hit RETURN as I ponder whether to ask Dr. Jennifer Friedman to be my Facebook friend. Jenny, as she likes to be called, and I became acquainted while we were both college students, long before I became...
I stretched with languid movements on the pool deckchair. "Oh well," I said to myself, "Guess it's time to get back to work." I had spent about an hour down by the pool at Jeremy's condo enjoying the sunshine, a few beers and a dip in the clear water. I had been trying to relax and wind down from the sexual tension that dominating my sub had stirred in me bu...
This is a sequel to "A Letter to Mary," which, in their infinite wisdom, the editors chose to bury in the category "Letters and Transcripts." It had been several weeks since Mary and I spent the weekend together. In fact, for a period, we had no communication of any sort. Assuming that she was still coming to terms with her memories of the time that we sp...
In moments of clarity, Gregory pondered how this had come about. He knew it had all started when his wife, Marcie, had submitted to Master Nicolas. He couldn't blame her, of course. In her early forties now, she'd probably succumbed to his charm, his flattery. He seemed to radiate a sort of charisma that ensorcelled people. Even at her 40th birthday, Marc...
Thank you for all the votes and comments on the last chapter. A huge thank you to my wonderful editor and his slipper. He now has to hop a lot, but we do have lots of lovely rattan products for sale. A shout out as well to Ham_sandwich who helped pick me up when I was feeling down and made me smile. Thanks my friend, your input has been greatly appreciated....
Merry Christmas Lit community! This is my first Christmas story and first competition entry, so please be gentle with me. I tried so hard to make this a short story, but I couldn't stop my fingers - I kept playing with it, and massaging and tweaking it, and it kept getting longer and longer, and the longer it got, the more I liked it . . . so I'm sorry, I ho...
Part 4 of Marcia and Sam's further adventures in LA after Brianna has Sam's children. It contains scenes of bondage and discipline, breeding, lesbian, interracial, oral and anal sex, and all around good fun. If offended by such things, go no further. If you're not, you're as twisted as I am and should enjoy it. World's Best Diet Plan - Brianna Delivers, Pt...