She wore a blue dress, he wore a black suit. They had planned the night to the slightest detail, her perfume, the tie she gave to him as a present, her brooch a gift from him. The dinner had been romantic, her favourite dish made by him, his favourite dessert made by her, the candlelight, the music, even the sky had conspired in that rainy spring to give the...
Yesterday I got careless with a plate, leaving it on top of my books after lunch while I worked at my desk. Of course it slipped off and fell to the floor in what seemed like slow motion while I helplessly cursed, knowing it would shatter on the hardwood floor. I was mad at myself because it was a nice salmon-colored sandwich plate, one of a set of four that...
The young hostler and the scullery maid had slipped off to the back of the stables for some slap and tickle. The young woman's heavy breasts rose above her laced bodice. The hostler was a little older and much more experienced in the ways of men and women. He kissed the tops of her breasts and ran his hands over her firm young buttocks. She blushed and grab...
Chapter 1: Reina I had asked Reina out to lunch several times, and she always had some excuse to decline. I made some discreet inquiries and no one knew whether she had a boyfriend, so I persisted and after a few weeks she surprised me by agreeing to go. I'm rather shy, and Reina appeared to be the quiet type. The attraction I felt to her was as much on a m...
The scene with Carina and Chelsea had ignited Eva’s pussy once again and she reached down to squeeze her cunt once more. She felt the beginning of hot tears in the corners of her eyes, wishing her Sir were by her side. And, as she dropped her head she wondered if she could take any more of the building sexual tension in her pussy even though Sir Dan had give...
I was traveling west from Richmond on US 250 when the motor in my Lincoln MKZ started to knock. I was almost to Charlottesville and the sun was going down, so I decided to get a room for the night and see about fixing the problem in the morning. As I crested the hill overlooking the east side of town, I saw it on the right: the White House Motel. Its two doz...
Mrs Boroclough lived alone, but her house was the biggest in Peasmarsh. It had tall windows with ornate guards, and a polished copper plate fixed on the wrought-iron gate engraved with her name - as if everyone for fifty miles around didn't know who she was. It was far too big for a widow-woman who's children had grown-up and departed, but she insisted that...
This story is inspired by the single chapter short story "Kidnapped" By LaurenWestley, posted here on Literotica, in the TG/CD forum. Since the original story left the protagonist in such a sorry state, I became motivated to consider a continuation of that story that started out just as dark as the original story but eventually resolved itself with a happy e...
Marshall was the proverbial thorn in my side. I liked him just enough to be sulky when I didn't get to see him , but was apathetic enough to still play games. I'm not usually a game player, I generally regard it as childish. But there is something about Marshall that just makes me want to torment him. He is a self proclaimed Dom, but has a taste for pain and...
Brenda's blue eyes danced over her coffee cup as she looked at me. Those eyes always captivated me, ever since we met in the 5th grade. I developed a huge crush on her then, and during our senior year, we spent a couple of months in a torrid affair, wearing ourselves out with each other until I left for college the year Nixon resigned. An occasional Christma...