I was lying on my bed and struggling not to bite my nails. What had been such a wonderful evening, such an exciting journey down the rabbit hole, had suddenly turned sour and into an emotional nightmare. I wanted to sob in desperation, to shout and throw things against the wall, because I was filled with a rage that was targeted at myself. I had let myself g...
Dear Readers, Thank you all for sticking with this story. To the reader who said that this story is like War and Peace on Literotica :D I didn't set out to tell such a long story, I only wanted to tell the best story about these two that I possibly could and fill it with all the passion and joy that they feel for one another and their bond. Enjoy this lat...
Tottie grinned, plainly delighted. "Oh yes, please master. I can wag my tail like anything when I am pleased." She took it as permission to stay, and I couldn't bear to say otherwise... Slaveholder. Part two, Slaveowner. Jim McMurty: As I was going to learn. It is one thing to be a slaveholder, and another to be a slaveowner. During the evening I dresse...
The rain outside fell against the windshield of the car, wind blowing it in sheets. The man and woman solemnly shook hands. Their smiles giving way to the businesslike way in which the absurd agreement was reached. Their pact was driven by her desire to go shopping that day and his counter-desire to relax, watch some football and perhaps interest her in som...
I knew she had seen my hardons imprinted through my jeans. I had grown quite a healthy dong in my 18 years. It was a mystery even to me where I got such a dick from at 18. So there I sat almost every evening hiding my rock hard dick from my mom while Dora teased relentlessly. Then one day to my surprise, she didn’t wear any panties and let me see the whole t...
I typically dress rather conservative in public when it comes to my leather. I will wear my boots, coat and gloves, but that is usually it. I have on occasion worn my black leather jeans that I had made to fit like my Levi 527's, but only if we are going to a bar or a concert -- it has to be dark and after-hours as these things fit me very tight, leaving not...
Note: This is a revised version of my first story with changes made based on feedback. Note: This is part one of the "Summer of '96" series. "I hold just one breath here within my chest... Just like innocence." Pearl Jam once sang, "I don't want to think I want to feel". The summer of 1996 was this time for me. A time when I felt the most new and the mos...
When asked what he wanted, Valen held Sue's eyes, asked for Sex in the Driveway, and chuckled. She grinned the whole time she prepared it. He took a deep sip of his drink while lingering, staring into my wife's beautiful blue eyes. "Didn't you get enough of my wife when her sister was here?" I teased. "I enjoyed both their lovely naked bodies then, as they...
As evening fell, we knew our picnic had to come to an end. Gathering up the containers and waste, we packed them in the picnic basket, and e walked hand and hand silently back to her car. When we arrived, I said, "Holly, you've really worn me out the last three days. Would you mind taking me back to the hotel? I need some time to recuperate." "I've got so...
The Time Machine Voyage One - Going Greek The Professor was quite mad, of course. I believe he was an archetype rather than a stereotype but ‘what the hell, Archie,’ as Mehitabel was wont to say. I met him in the local supermarket. He was pacing the aisles muttering to himself. Now I’m one of these people who can’t help but look at what other folk are buyi...