My stories are all true recollections of events from my life, as accurately as I can remember them, with two exceptions: 1. The names of my partners have been changed for their privacy; and 2. I have omitted any references to safe sex, because reading about people fiddling about with condoms is not to my mind very sexy, and in stories you don't need to be...
"Cabin 302," was all the text message said. I didn't trust whoever was sending all those notes. What was the person's motivation to be doing that? It could be part of the sick game these punks have been playing all along. Still, I could find something to put an end to this mess. My wife was still sleeping heavily, so I headed there to get some answers. I k...
Mommy and I had a fight, and I stormed off, I run away into the woods next to the cabin. I just kept walking to clear my head then I realised I am so lost and I don't have my phone. I try to retrace my steps, but I just get confused, and I start to worry. Just then I hear a noise. I look around to see if anything is around me. I can't see anything, so I star...
[Author's note: This story was originally posted in "Lesbian Sex", but due to the heavy sadomasochistic themes of the series, I have moved it to "BDSM".] ***** --Dr Isabella Pacetti's Notes: To recap: Katy has introduced Sophie to the cellar of Mrs Alderney's house, a room which is effectively a dungeon. Unable to explain her motivation, confused by her n...
Version 2.0 Originally submitted 13 August 2012 This is an edit, containing a few corrections, for my original manuscript. Thanks to my hot little British slut for a round of proofreading and editing. Fuck stories read so much better when written properly in the Queen's English, don't you agree? I hope you enjoy. Leopard *** Version 2.1 Submitted for...
The day was a long one, but at dinnertime, after Lynda had been given a strong sleeping draft, things started to return to normal. Cathy ordered Emily to dress like a slut with the intention of abusing her once again. Emily readily complied but as they both exited their bedrooms dressed in their sluttish attire, there was a strong knock on the door and both...
(This is my second story for Literotica.) * Here I am. I am sitting on a toilet, in a club, in a basement, in the centre of London. I am fully clothed. I am wearing black opaque tights over my long legs. I am wearing yellow court shoes with three-inch heels. I am wearing the tightest, highest denim shorts you have ever seen. I am wearing a simple black...
Dorothy could actually hear her own labored breathing. Wasn't anyone going to say anything? Had the fact that she had been pretty much improvising from the get-go been that obvious? Had her exhausting performance been that transparent? Then, the sound staged erupted in loud applause, hoots, yells and ear-piercing wolf whistles. Quentin was the first one to...
i was suddenly struck with the gravity of the situation. What was He going to ask me? i felt very small kneeling on the lawn. i didn't trust my voice. i could feel tears beginning to well up in my eyes. i clasped my hands together behind my back to stop them shaking. i felt unsteady on my knees facing T/them. There wasn't a smile between T/them. Andrew, Pa...
Chapter 1 Around that time, Iris announced to Dez that she was pregnant with his seed. They were still celebrating when the same news came from Trish. She was expecting Dez' second, and Angela was already on number four. Iris put the photos of her whole family on the wall. "Dez, if you love me, if you really love me, you will fuck my mom, my sis and my s...