Judy opened the door and led Christine into her favourite tea-shop. Not only did the shop make first class tea and scones, it was also perfectly laid out for Judy's plan, and the owner was an old friend. Since the morning she had confronted Christine about what had happened with Bill, she had been waiting for the perfect time for the next step. Today wasn'...
"The weird norms of Gallic relationship etiquette had kicked me out of a very comfortable arrangement, but Henri had not totally abandoned me to the wolves, bless his heart. Soon afterwards, I became aware of some phone calls he had made when I was contacted by a certain Madame W, I'll call her. "Mdm. W asked me if I was interested in meeting her and her h...
Dear Jack, It was really difficult for me to post this letter on 'Literotica' knowing how publicly humiliated I might be, but I have done it out of my devotion to you. I know you won't care either; I mean most women get flowers or chocolates when their ex turns up on their doorstep after ten years. What did I get; you hammering on my door at six in the mo...
It was nearly six months since Alan had taken up the post of vicar of St Stephen's Church. It had taken a while for him and his pretty young wife Jenny to get used to life in the country after a spell in the inner city, but he was beginning to adapt. One of the biggest adjustments was the size of the vicarage and the live-in domestic staff. Mrs Brown acted...
This story is written from multiple points of view. John and Jessica are married. Jill, Marci and Pam are John's employees. This is a long story, but I prefer not to write in parts Thanks to LSEiland for her very helpful editing Jessica: I was at home on a Friday, looking forward to the weekend, when the phone rang around 3 pm. I heard the hushed voice of...
[This story deals with women's bodily functions, all three of them. If this bothers you, please read no further. All characters are well over 18.] *** Word had quickly gone around the little group of middle-aged women who got together every fortnight to relax over a nice meal and catch each other up on what had gone on with their families and their world i...
"How do you like my big Black dick up your ass, Rosita?" Trevor Johnson, also known as Master Tee, said as he spanked her big butt and worked his hard dick into her backdoor. Face down and ass up, the curvaceous, plump Afro-Cuban gal was in heaven, with her beloved Master going to town on her like only he could. To really shine Rosita on, Master Tee gripped...
My name is Hodan Kader-Hussein, and I'm a young Somali-American Muslim woman living in the City of Boston, Massachusetts. I work in real estate, after graduating from Northeastern University with my bachelor's degree in the field of business administration, and my husband Yasser Hussein works for the MBTA as a supervisor for their mechanical engineering divi...
1: Bottoms for Hire. Thirty-two Winchester Road sat just off the main bypass heading into the West End of London where small businesses and retailers of all shapes and sizes went about their trade. Today was the 20th of November and a steady drizzle fell from leaden skies as the huddled masses of the grand old city went about their daily routines. Inside n...
This story was inspired by a comment from a friend. She told me very briefly how she discovered she loved being spanked and paddled. This story is my version of that learning experience. ------------------------------------------- NEW TO THIS It was Toby who suggested using the paddle. "It will make it more effective" he said, and everyone in the group...