Note: The title is shared by a wonderful piece of classical music by Frederic Delius. If you can acquire a recording, you will find this story mirrors the music, and with a little luck, when the music stops, the tale will be near the end. This story is dedicated to the exquisite Honey123, her contributions to Literotica are priceless, and I will always cove...
Maggie could tell by the way the music producer was looking at her that he wanted nothing more than to bend her over and bang her like a door in a hurricane. And who could blame him!? What, with Maggie's long amber hair, misty blue eyes and lush lips? Her face alone was enough to make any man beg. "So, you ladies want to make a demo tape, huh?" asked the p...
I don't think that I can take it any more. I have been counting down the days all year, survived the cold, thinking ahead to the glory that awaits me. The days are dragging by, and my mind is about to go mad with crazy waiting. Am I talking about my birthday? No, that just sneaks up on me and when it is time for that I don't like the idea of adding one to my...
**This story is written from the perspective of a male submissive.** Chapter 1 I had never known leather could be so soft. The way it kisses your skin, wraps around you so tightly, so snug, that it becomes a part of you. A second layer of flesh with its own sensations and textures. I can feel everything through the leather; the lightest touch gives me goos...
MJ was watching the latest mystery video clip when I walked into the apartment. She'd downloaded it and had it on the wall screen. Sean was getting an assbanging from the mystery man whom I already knew was Andre, my new boss. Her pussy was sopping wet with a finger buried in it. She massaged her left breast with her other hand, pinching the nipple hard. I...
As I waited in the Punish Room the following night, a teardrop slipped from my eye, rolled carelessly down my cheek, and fell silently on my naked breast. I knew at once it was a happy tear, because I was David's full-time "Sex-Slave". Sex-Slave. The words were new to me, but the meaning was clear. I was his, to do whatever pleased him, whenever it pleased h...
His heart pounded heavily as he saw the incoming black clouds. He was stranded in the middle of an unfamiliar wilderness without a single thing to guide him out of there. The compass he held in his hand was rotating insanely around and around without pointing in a precise direction. His friend had told him that this mountain expedition was going to be a tr...
Jefferson was in a quandary. He lived in a very corrupt city with a very corrupt court system and he desperately wanted to get back to law school so he could have his law license, have his degree, and make an ass out of all those who had mistreated him, doubted him, conspired against him to deny him his rights, conspired against him to take away his future....
Dawah, it's the duty of every Muslim. We must spread Islam, by the word if possible, by the sword if necessary. And by any means at our disposal. My name is Aasiya Rahman and I'm a Somali gal living in the City of Minneapolis, Minnesota. I was born in the Puntland region of Somalia, but my parents, Farshad and Alina Rahman moved to the U.S. when I was real y...
She knew she had been bad. Unforgivably bad. She had gone out without his permission and knowledge. All she had left him was a note saying she'd be back later. When he called her, she didn't answer. As she sat in the car, hands on the wheel staring at the house, she contemplated running away. She didn't know what she'd get, or if she would even be allowed ba...