Saturday 2:00 am As he walked into the bedroom with the video camera and the scarves, she shuddered trying to think what more he could possible want. He set up the camera to tape everything that happened on the bed and started toward her. If she had known beforehand that he was going torment her for as long as he had so far she probably would have thought t...
Kate had no idea how intense this was going to be. 2 months ago she'd agreed that if Daniel hit his weight loss target then she'd agree to be tied up and forced to orgasm on the Hitachi Wand until she was a begging, whimpering mess. Daniel had worked hard, cutting out all junk food and hitting the gym 3 mornings a week. Now he'd smashed his target and the...
All it takes is a millisecond, a smile that doesn't look quite right. In that instant I knew they weren't going to give me the job. Body language doesn't lie. "Thank you for coming to the interview, we'll be in touch with all our candidates" Now the professional smile was back in place, but with that sinking feeling in my stomach I thought, "Fuck. What now...
Obviously our ideas about a break were different because he laid me down lengthwise on the bench. My arms were folded under the bench and my wrists were tied together (effectively keeping from moving my upper body off the bench), my legs were reattached to the spreader bar and then lifted up and tied to the bar holding up the shelf again leaving my ass and...
(author's note... this story is more D/s than BDSM, but Literotica has no such category... also I think it's fine as a standalone story, but it was getting long, so I plan to have a sequel) * Bethany Walters was happy with her livelihood, her health, her friends, and her body... well as much as any woman can be happy with her body. In her late twenties, sh...
OCTOBER—It started raining some time during Intro to Art History. Kira had been at Harkness College for six weeks and for six weeks it had rained every day in the late afternoon. Or if not exactly rain every day, then something, a pervasive dampness, or a cool mist that floated down and beaded on her eyelashes. Art history was taught in an annex off the mus...
So I sat back and watched her grind her pussy down on the wooden phallus and looked at her eyes as she watched me watching her. It seemed that the exhibitionist in her took over, getting off on how much I was enjoying seeing her fuck herself. Suddenly she went rigid in another orgasm and a muffled scream escaped the gag, sweat plastering her hair against her...
This story is a work of fiction. Any connection with the names of the people in this story and with anyone in real life is coincidental. It is a fantasy of mine that I'd like to share. The story begins in a small town in western Pennsylvania. My name is Alex Peters and I am a recent divorcee. My ex-wife was secretly seeing a another man and felt she wanted...
Phil cinched the rope tied around his knees, immobilizing them. He always loved the first rope, the beginning of the process. Next he wrapped another rope around his ankles and cinched that as well, leaving an extra 6' of rope. He could just wiggle his feet, no more. He passed the end of the 6' section of rope through a D ring on the wide leather collar he w...
This is Part 2 of my story. It is necessary to read Part 1 to set the stage. ***** I couldn't stop thinking about my first encounter with Karen and her Mom. My twenty year old hormones and fantasies kept me thinking about what happened. I thought about the satisfaction from providing oral sex to the ladies, how the spanking and finger in my ass somehow rig...