Adelaide. Her name evoked images of serene mountain passes for most men, of an evening sun gently setting behind a jagged Alpine peak, plunging the green slopes of a hidden valley into the evening shadows. Yet Adelaide's life was a battle between who she felt herself to be and what her moniker implied. She was nothing like the stereotype of a flaxen-haired S...
"Man, that was one hell of a party," you think to yourself as you approach your front door. You've just arrived back from the party your neighbor Andy threw for your 21st birthday. It was a great night, music, dancing, babes...oh man, babes. But unlucky for you, your normal groove with the ladies got you all of about nowhere with any of them, regardless of b...
Few days back it was drizzling in Bangalore City, India. My parents had gone to Chennai for a marriage and my wife had gone to her parents place for a couple of days. I was alone and was getting bored. I was not in a mood to go to office so I decided to stay back. As I had plenty of time I decided to trim the hair around my huge cock and also shave the hai...
In the room she sits and waits. She knows he will be here soon. She has transformed the boring hotel room into her own personal fantasyland. The standard hotel bed has been stripped of its boring white linen and replaced with soft crimson silk sheets. The mirrors around the room reflecting the many candles she has lit in anticipation of his arrival. The scen...
(Author's Note: I began writing this story after a role play I began with a friend of mine. After it fell apart, I started to write it out on my own. For those who have been asking, Enslaved to the Mob will be finished *eventually*. For the time being, I'm just not interested and uninspired by it. Thank you all for sticking with me and reading my stories. As...
"An interesting turn of events," Robert murmured, scanning his former slave's face as she was sitting opposite him after lunch in their early afternoon having a glass of wine. Service and pace of movement at their seaport restaurant had lessened considerably after lunch hour ended. In a quieter, much calmer atmosphere, they could finally do away with surfa...
*Here is my first try on Literotica... I've been a long time reader, and though I'd give it a chance... Enjoy* * Cass stared at herself in the full length mirror that covered half the wall in her luxurious bedroom. A soft smile played over her lips as she looked at herself. Cass' honey blonde hair was pulled up in a chignon, with a few tendrils left free t...
Chapter 3 Serendipity is a propensity for making fortuitous discoveries while looking for something unrelated They lay in her bed, she in a freshly washed nightgown and he in his cum soaked pajama bottoms. They were under the covers snuggling. Even in the dark she could clearly make out his face and he hers. She stared into his blue eyes loving him very mu...
The evening of Pat's first visit to La Chateau, I asked her how her massage had gone. That same dreamy expression that I'd seen from the other side of the one-way mirror that afternoon drifted acrss her face. "It was very nice" was all that I could get out of her. But later, much to my surprise, Pat appeared in the living room in a lavender silk teddy with e...
Jarod Afiotor paused before adding another brush stroke to the canvas and stole another glance at his teacher. Yes; she was looking at him again. Jarod smiled winningly at her. Suzanna Cavendish coloured slightly and pretended to examine a piece of sculpture one of the other convicts had created. Mrs Cavendish seemed full of admiration for the sculpture: "D...