A grin showed at your request. "Oh... how was my night with Lorelai? Oh, I really shouldn't talk about that, my pet..." I smile at your fussed look. "Well it's in the past now and nothing to hide, so it's harmless to speak of it I suppose." With a happy sigh, I place a hand upon my chest. "Lorelai is a sheep I am truly fond of..." # I sat in the backseat...
As I sat quietly in the motel room awaiting the arrival of a woman I never met that would leave here as my slave, my mind was racing. It was a large comfortable room considering that the hotel was very different from the larger five star locations I was used to. I was here to take possession of a slave girl. It had the better part of two years since I let...
Author's Note: This is a stand-alone story that is part of a larger series about the titular character, Nellie. Each story that follows can be read on its own or together, in any particular order, though they will be posted in chronological order. The stories may fall under different categories, but all will tell tales of Nellie's various adventures. In th...
When Cathy had said that Tracy and Trish would have to pay her back, she really had no idea what that statement meant. Maybe she just needed a way to save face when she realized that she had been the victim of a joke. But she felt like they had been unfair to her and she had a right to something. What that something might be, she still couldn't say. What wa...
For every skill that exists, there is someone who is better at that particular skill than everyone else in the world. It is simply a matter of logic. Whether it is sprinting one hundred meters, hurling a baseball sixty feet, driving an automobile, or even eating hot dogs, someone, right now, is the best in the world at that particular skill. This is the stor...
When Dot came home from Lee’s house she was exhausted. Fucking two black men with large black cocks was really enjoyable but hard work. But God she felt so sexually satisfied. She kissed her husband hello and knew he could smell the sex on her. She was about to walk into the bathroom to shower when Tim asked her if there would be any sex with him tonight?...
I'd been married to Connie for nearly 10 years when this story began. I was 44 and she was 32. We had a beautiful daughter who was 4 year old . Connie's as gorgeous and sexy today as the first time I saw her in the perfume department of a large chemist in the City Centre 12 years ago. She has fantastic thick shoulder length strawberry blonde hair and looks...
"You will wear the blue skirt!" she tells me, reaching to pull it out of the closet. I am already wearing the corset; black satin, laced, long suspenders linked on to sheer black stockings. Fishnet, she says, is tacky. Personally I think the whole suspenders-and-stockings thing is tacky, and much prefer bare flesh, but then, it's not for me to decide. I am...
Intro This story follows Summer at the Beach House, one of the Loving Wives stories on Literotica. As an introduction. Jill house sits a beach house for her aunty and finds a new freedom and sexuality. Previous to this summer she has been a teacher. She reads at the beach, erotic material, and is infatuated with a story of a courtesan and the king. She r...
(Note to readers - This is a true story and is co-authored by me and Linda1234, another Literotica author. I am posting it here with Linda's full knowledge and consent. Only the names have been changed to protect the privacy of the subjects.) * My name is Katie. I'm in my 40's, a Sara Evans lookalike, 5'6" 115 lbs, C cup, and very Bi. In fact, I'd be a le...