Inside the dingy bar the music was low and about twenty conversations could be heard as he watched her. He was watching her like he did every night that she came in. She always sat in the same place, always ordered the same drink. Some pink drink that he guessed was a strawberry daiquiri or something like that. She never talked to anyone, she just sat there...
Trust me. The light of the movie theater's projector highlights the subtle features of your erotically delicate feet which rest gently on a yellow bar of a wall in front of our first row. You've taken your sandals off and you're sitting back so comfortably, as we enjoy the show that plays out before us. But the movie is only somewhat interesting to me as I...
Thank you to gotwood49 for help in editing. Rolling over, my arm stretches out, searching for him. My eyes remain closed as my hand feels the coolness radiating from the smooth, silk sheet. Suddenly, my breath catches in my throat, and my body propels itself from the bed. "Oh God, NO!" I cry in anguish, as my stomach tightens, and a wave of nausea threatens...
Waiting. These long periods of idle waiting really do get on my nerves. There is simply nothing going on then, not a single thing at all. I am just standing around, doing nothing but to wait all the time. And it is not just for a couple of hours, sometimes I have to wait for days, even weeks before something happens. I keep wondering how spiders can cope wit...
She wanders through the long halls of her inner mountain home. The crystalline walls sparkling with the rainbow of a thousand diamonds are struck brilliantly by the rays of a setting winter sun. Often now she has wandered these halls, her burden dropped low and her gait not as light as in days so recently passed. She touches a knick knack, straightening the...
Authors' note: This is a writing and role-playing exercise between me and fellow Literotica author Honey123. It's a bit of an experiment to post this as-is with the shifting perspective, but we think it turned out well. Hope you like it. /Liar and Honey * * * * * I hear your soft footsteps on the floor behind me. There is no need to turn around. I know...
Two weeks ago Jess had lost the nipple pulling contest against Annabelle. Her right nipple did not hurt anymore, but it still was much longer than her left nipple and a bit thinner and flabby. She was very nervous because today she had to undergo the punishment. Since the event was public and since she had to be naked for the punishment, she took a shower an...
I unlock the door and let myself into your apartment. I smile as I am greeted with your scent when I step into the apartment. I lay my keys and purse on the counter. I surely wouldn't want you walking in and thinking of shooting me because you think I am a robber. I walk to the bathroom and turn on the shower. I watch as the mirror steams from the heat of...
You step out of the shower, your skin glistening and wet and she is standing there, towel in hand to help you dry off. She wears a short silk robe and a smile as she moves slowly towards you, her bare feet padding on the floor, mopping up small splashes of water that have escaped to jewel the wood. She starts by drying your shoulders, arms and hands, slow s...
I am a rubberist. I'm not saying it like a confession, because it's not, and I'm not sat here relating the story because I'm in some virtual 'fetisholics anonymous' 12-step program. I'm saying it because it's part of who I am. Yes, I am a strong willed woman who on occasion enjoys a good dicking. But that's the purely physical, it's a function of 'what I am...