This part of the story takes place several weeks after the previous one. There have not been any other submissive scenes because time and life got in the way. We decided to take a last minute trip and rent a secluded beach front villa. Although these stories stand on their own, it may be more enjoyable to read the series in order. Again, I would like to th...
Donna never had an actual bath in her home, despite the numerous attempts she had made with the care workers to have one installed. When the bathers came over, she found it easier to have them clean her on a leather masseur-style bench she had in the spare bedroom. Afterwards, wiping up any water was easy. She was given the bench by her physiotherapist team...
Bret awoke in the Stanford Memorial Hospital recovery room. It looked like some one had rubbed Vaseline on his eyeballs. He could see a white faced clock hanging on the wall but it was all bury. He blinked and mentally shook his head trying to bring the world back into focus; the anesthesia had apparently really done a number on him. "I'm going to need you...
He came behind her without warning. Her delicate arm was dipping into the bath water to check the temperature. He was home early and nervously, her thoughts scattered. She was to be cleaned, shaven, and oiled upon His arrival- always. Would he punish her? He grabbed her free arm and pulled it behind her back. She grunted quietly at the pain. He grasped her...
In my work for one of the top government agencies, myself and several other scientists ere working on an invisibility formula. The government were funding this program in the hope of using it in the army and spy business. If the enemy can't see your soldiers and your soldiers can see the enemy wars could be one quite easily. We had been working on the proje...
This is a revision of a story that I submitted several years ago. The story was based on a compilation of letters sent to me by the lady who had lived it. It was a compelling and erotic story of love, hot sex and despair. Her recovery from despair had been affected in an unusual manner. * I met Lorraine online some years ago. At the time I was searching f...
Jenn's eyes were focused on the unknown man of her dreams as he placed his cock inside her. The wetness of her most private area allowed him easy access, filling her to the brim. Slowly, he moved back and forth creating a rush of pleasure with ever move. She couldn't see his face, but that mattered little compared to the rapture she was feeling as he played...
I remember the first time we met. It’s a dream that will be forever etched vividly in my mind like the imprint of a memory. That night I sat at my computer, watching the words blurring together and running chasers across my screen. I promised you that we would talk again. Start menu…shutdown. The computer whirred to a stop, leaving only a peaceful nightt...
"And that is how Doctor Watson and I retrieved the jewel encrusted dildo belonging to Princess Louise, fourth daughter of Queen Victoria herself." "What a fantastic tale. A stolen Royal sex toy." (See Scarlett Johansson does Literotica for the story here) "It wasn't very practical, I can tell you that much. Yet that tale is not as fantastic as the unique a...
The hot bath was delightful as Matte's strong arms wrapped around Catrina's soft, warm body, nestling his soft kisses on the back of her neck. Her eyes shut slowly, loving every minute of the warmth that her husband's kisses left along her skin. His hands made their way slowly down to hers. He took them to hold, the roughness of his loving hands pressed agai...