She waits at the bottom of the stairs. Kneeling and naked. She hears him walk up behind her. He leans forward and whispers in her ear, "Good girl, you followed my instructions perfectly." She leans back into his body resting her head on his thigh. He crouches down behind her and wraps his arms around her body. "Look at the stairs in front of you. You wil...
The slaver’s chins were slowly bobbing up and down as he snored peacefully in his old creaking wooden chair. He suddenly jolts awake as the front door opens with the familiar screech of rusty hinges, allowing the blinding light pour in around a tall figure. He walks inside, the can tapping every other step. Step Step Tap! Step Step Tap! In the cage next to A...
The day started like any other. Kevin and his lovely wife, Natalie, were pressed against each other, up against the wall, locked in a kiss. They had a beautiful new home, were enjoying the fourth year of their very happy marriage together, and always enjoyed their mornings together. Just as they finished kissing and going about their day, Kevin got the to...
There are very few skills that are considered so important that they are a matter of life and death. The following article discusses one of those very important skills. First aid skills are a very important skill for every person to have. It is not restricted to those that work in the health care field or for those that feel it's important for use with thei...
When I started writing erotic fiction on Literotica a year ago I vowed never to give characters names of people I know. Well, about 10 months and 12 stories later I found out I was out of names. I either didn't know enough names or I knew too many people (I hope it's the latter). So when I exhausted the appelations of my obnoxious flatmates and the mean girl...
Author's Note: This story will start a series about step-mothers. I have received a couple of requests from readers asking that I write about step-mothers. Each story will be about a different step-mother and her sexual escapades. The first story will be about a step-mother who I actually met while I was stationed in Italy in the 1960's. The story is fiction...
This is the story of a poor, beautiful young woman and how she met the Prince Charming of her dreams. You surely have knowledge of the story from the days of your youth. The girl, we will call her Sinderilla, lived with her mean, ugly step-mother and two step-sisters. Her father was a traveling salesman and was rarely at home, so he was unaware of the treatm...
I awoke with a start and tried to stretch my limbs. I was only mildly surprised to find that Steve had strapped me to the next contraption while I was sleeping. I opened my eyes and it seemed I was looking through a gauze-like fabric. I turned my head, looking at the room, unable to spot Steve. I began examining my new platform as best I could. I was lying o...
I frequent nudist resorts and quite agreed that the carefree nature atmosphere create opportunity to meet people and strike up friendship. It was in one of my outing to the nudist beach that I befriended a young man. I was swimming and got leg cramps. I was scared and waving my hands shouting for help. He swam to me and brought me to shore. We were both nake...
- I Imagine a warm spring day... I entered the palace earlier to do business with the King. That is when I first saw you. This beautiful young princess walking across the courtyard surrounded by four ladies in waiting. I dismissed my knave to the stalls to clean my stead, following you I learned of your balcony. Carefully, I scaled an outside trellis, and...