Tonight was important. Victor had given her instructions of what he expected tonight. The list was long and Slave was doing her best to remember them down to the smallest detail. Her outfit was that of a French maid and she was dressed to distract the men at this event. Victor had told her that she was meant to entice his guests. She figured that she was the...
"What do you want for Valentine's Day?" I asked, innocent of the results this query would have. "What do you mean, what do I want?" Stacy asked back somewhat crossly. "You know, do you want jewelry, chocolates, lots of roses, what?" "You're supposed to surprise me on Valentine's!" she exclaimed. "I know, but it seems so trite to try to surprise you, when...
Author's Notes: This story is erotic fiction written by Arilia. I reserve the right to be listed as the author of this story, wherever it is posted. If found posted anywhere except Literotica.com with this note attached, this story is posted without my permission. © Arilia 2017 Anahet's story explores the interaction of sex, gender, war, and magic in a...
Pete Hascomb sat in the waiting room of the Huntington memorial hospital in South Pasadena California. He looked down at his hands, tracing the soft contours of his thin fingers and small knuckles. Every day now, his muscles seemed to shrink. The toes of his left foot had slowly knotted into fragile pink nubs since he became bound to a wheelchair. His fat...
[This story was originally submitted under my husband's username (AirRichard101). It tells the story from his point of view about the incident when I first deliberately flashed strangers. I liked the way he tells it so I am presenting it in his own words. My story has roots in a true weekend experience with my wife who writes on this site under the username...
My name is Brett. I'm 28 years old and married. My wife and I live in a nice two-story house in Reno, Nevada. Sounds pretty normal so far, right? Well, it's about to get abnormal. My wife is a professional assassin. Her name is Deborah and she's the most extraordinary woman I've ever known. She's everything I've ever wanted in a woman - confident, smart, b...
Thanks to oldnakeddad for his editing expertise helping to make this story a better read. A story of a love connection, an old nemesis from high school and the troubles associated with a hatred that was directed for the wrong reasons and the final and ultimate revenge of the wrong wronged person. I hope you enjoy. Please do not forget to vote and feel fr...
"Angie, please!" Brittany exclaimed, painfully aware that she was stark naked in the presence of her boss but too panicked to think of covering up. She was also aware of Winnie getting out of bed, also unabashedly naked and amazingly nonchalant about it all. "Before you say anything, just let me explain!" "You don't need to explain." Ms. Shaw looked firm as...
Jill sat forlornly outside the modest two story farmhouse. She watched as the snow fell more rapidly. Her clear blue eyes followed a single flake on its random journey towards the ground. She felt like that snow flake. Her whole life had been at the mercy of life's random winds. She knew that she was totally pathetic. It had been almost three years since he...
Doug had a photograph of Grandma and Aunt Doro on the beach, which he had kept on his desk throughout his four years at Columbia. Snapshots of various buddies and girlfriends had come and gone, and for appearance's sake he had occasionally also displayed a picture of his mother when he could stand to; but Grandma and Aunt Doro were there with him throughout...