"If you liked your outfit, I have more in the top drawer." George said pointing to the dresser. "Sorry, I neglected to get anything to wear to bed." Shannon untied and pulled off the black sheer snippet of cloth and went over and carried it to the dresser. She felt suddenly naked, which made her laugh realizing it hadn't really covered anything. She opened...
We had been in the night club a while before I noticed that Brenda had gone missing. I had been quite happy enjoying a dance or two and chatting away to two younger men, who bought me drinks and who shocked me a little by the way they behaved, not rowdily but presuming it okay to run their hands over my body and sneak the odd grope or kiss. I told myself tha...
I wasn't going to be intimidated by the stupid men who lived in the village. Walking confidently along the narrow path that lead through the woods I was determined to ignore the noises, the infantile cackling and shouts coming from a short distance behind me. We had been happy at first having moved into the area from the city. Our cottage needed renovating...
WARNING: The following is a work of erotic fan fiction, the events of which are completely made up and did not happen, and is no true reflection of the persons, wrestlers, events, promotions etc depicted within. This material is unsuitable to be viewed by those under the legal age limit of viewing pornographic material in your current country of residence....
It's always a challenge to get to know someone, but getting to know Lauren Halperth, riding in silence in the back of that black sedan, would have been a particular challenge. She could have told you about herself- that she was forty-three, a Provence native, married twenty-two years, had a daughter who had just been accepted to Haverford, and a son who had...
Author's Note This is a sequel to my previous story, "He Reminds me of my Husband." www.literotica.com/s/he-reminds-me-of-my-husband If you haven't already done so I strongly recommend that you read that story first. I am deeply indebted to DaveT for his editing skills. He has undoubtedly made my story more readable. ***** Inside and Out Angela...
Thursday The next day Victoria got up, confused but excited with what was going to happen to her. After being abused by the black men yesterday, they had told her that today she was going to be forced to suck their big black cocks. Yesterday she had rubbed them off, allowing them to ejaculate all over her face and tits. And then she had allowed them to urin...
(A previous story—--Dr. Chloe Burrell, Sex Researcher—--included a brief description of a fantasy devised by the protagonist. Those few paragraphs held within them the seeds for an entire story featuring a different woman, but one equally as eager to learn what it feels like to don a strapon dildo and push it deep into a willing man. Her inventive solution t...
Feminine wiles beat whips and chains every time... * I am one of those women who believe that the female should always be the dominant one in a relationship. Now I don't go about this like other dominant women. You will never see me with whips and chains or talking badly to my man. That simply is not my style. I much prefer using my feminine wiles to get w...
This was unlike anything he'd ever seen before. Slave girls as far as the eye could see. The club was nothing more than a two-story harem. Alcohol moved the tide of the sea of latex and chains. He could not believe he had the balls to set foot in a place like this. The club Lotti's Place was way more than a strip club. It was a fetishists dream come true. O...