Dear Shoeblossom: My wife and I really have enjoyed your letters. It has been a major help to us in the changes we've made in our relationship. For one thing, my wife is not a woman-born woman. In fact, Monisha used to be my teammate when we played soccer for San Francisco State University. We were living together, just a couple of guys, chasing girls and...
She walked down the short hall and moved back into the living room. As she moved her head was bowed for two reasons. It was one of the rules, an issue of respect for her station within the relationship. The other reason was shame. It did not come from wearing the collar that had been placed around her neck. That was a joy and an honor. It was not due to th...
Mistress Meg and her Pet will hopefully be ongoing characters; hence there is a lot of exposition in the beginning setting things up. This story features a dominant woman, a submissive man and some bisexual acts. If you prefer your male subs straight, this may not be the story for you. Mistress Meg It's been 7 days, 4 hours and 52 minutes since I have cum...
Authors note. Non of this story what it first seems. My thanks go to Piscator from the Literotica Volunteer Editor program for helping add some polish to submission. The confines of the wardrobe felt claustrophobic. About me the stifling air, a heady mixture of perfume, mothballs and fabric conditioner, soon began to nauseate. Then the black woollen...
I was sitting in my car outside of Lauren's house fixing my makeup and making certain that my dress and thigh highs were just right so that I would make a sexy impression on Mistress Lauren at our first meeting as she had instructed me in our internet correspondence. I was playing with my wet pussy and glanced down at my watch and realized that I was now nea...
Hey, my name is Ampara and my husband’s name is fudge. That’s right, the piece of fudge left me stranded in Connecticut with nothing because I was standing in the way of his affair with a bottle of cheap whiskey. Anyway, where was I? My name is Ampara and my husband’s name is asshole. I clean houses and that is the name of that game. Si, my job is housec...
Disclaimer: The following story is not intended for minors. If you are offended by sexually explicit material or it is not legal in your place of residence, please close the document now. If not, I hope you enjoy my attempt at entertaining you with stories of my adventures. We had just arrived at the motel in preparation for our big date that evening....
Nikki is your typical middle aged woman. She had raised her family and now they were beginning to raise their own. She always considered herself to be a good mother and wife. She had devoted her life to her sons and husband, always faithful and available when needed. She was a respected professional in the business world. Yet, as she celebrated each birthd...
I just remembered that I need to stop at the store on the way home from work. Tomorrow starts the last weekend of the month which is when my man's lover will be joining us for the night. Donna usually brings a few loads of laundry which I usually end up doing naked, with my pussy and ass plugged, while my man watches her show off the various new panty and br...
Men forget most “firsts” unless they really matter. First kiss? Women remember that—men, eh, maybe remember, maybe not, depends on who it was and how good it was. Actually men probably lie about the first kiss and “upgrade” the first to the first hot girl they actually kissed. The ugly girls aren’t really counted on the score sheet. First date? Women can tel...