I put a story on literotica called A Moment in Time a year or more ago. A number of readers were so kind as to ask me to finish it, and I decided that doing so would enable to revisit some of my favourite characters from The Sacred Band. So here it is. Please refresh your memory of part one. It won't take long. Thank you, Colin the dogg for kindly reading a...
The next morning after breakfast, Sarah settled into a comfortable chair and resumed her sewing. As she worked, she kept thinking about the previous night. The way Brian had taunted and tormented her, purposefully provoking her was so different than other times when he had been sweet, tender and caring. She couldn't figure out which side of him was the real...
Dave fumbled with the hot pizza as he tried to balance the plate, his laptop, and the remote as he made himself comfortable on the couch. Monty Python blared on the television. He was taking full advantage with his wife gone for three days. It was a rare time to geek out, eat greasy pizza, and maybe even jack off to some raunchy porn in the living room or th...
September and into October Catherine and I got married on a Thursday afternoon in mid-September with only her family present. As you might imagine, the bride did not wear white but she was gorgeous on her special day and her girls, Marie and Natalie, were her flower girls. Isabella had bought new dresses for the girls and all the ladies had their hair a...
Note: This story is the fortieth installment in a series entitled "Sandra and Stevie". If you have not read the previous thirty-nine episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter. This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I strong...
Seasonal change, clocks spring forward, it is time for Order. A wild gale is brewing... He's her force of nature. Is it a forecast, or foreplay? She opened the screen door, padded barefoot out on to the wooden porch. A sudden gust of wind blew loose strands of hair around her face as she carried the heavy basket of wet laundry down three steps to the grass...
I had a lot to think about as I made the long drive home from Stephie's. I always enjoy spending time with her, but the past week was exceptionally interesting. I'd met Steph's boyfriend Ron, several times. Ron is tall, dark and handsome enough to make a living as a model for high end retail catalogues. We spent a wonderful week together, enjoying the beach...
WARNING: This is an adult story, containing sensitive material of a sexual nature, including graphic descriptions of consensual, "vanilla" sex within marriage. If you find such material offensive or are underage, do not read further, but please bypass this story for one more suitable for you. This story is written for enjoyment and entertainment purposes...
"Scoot your head back to edge of the bed, bitch," Mildred tells me and slaps me hard on my balls. I'm lying on my back on Harold and Mildred's bed. My dress is pulled up and you can see my heartbeat in my erection as it stands at attention, throbbing for release. Mildred's hand catches my shriveled sack square on and she continues swatting at my balls until...
This is chapter two in a six part romance that is a take off for me. I was very surprised that these were bought by a magazine. I hope you enjoy and, as always, I enjoy reading your comments and some of them are helpful to me and other writers so please feel free. All rights reserved. Once again a tremendous amount of thanks goes to Literotica editor lipsti...