Inspired by a married couple I have recently been chatting on line with, the following story contains elements of mild D&S between consenting adults. This is a subject I admit to having very little knowledge of, only what I've gleaned from conversations and the internet, so if I've got it wrong, I apologise profusely to anyone who practises that particul...
Try and remember to give it a vote once you've read itt hen I'll know if it's hitting the spot. I had been invited to a friend's son's engagement party and as these things happen I was also taking a client to a big football match on the same day while he was in town and for which I had tickets in the director's box. My wife was not too pleased with me, she...
Warning: Those of you who don't care for my other stories certainly won't like this. Note on names: In this story I have always referred to the Government minister only as 'John' but even that was not his real name. Also my wife's given name is Deborah but she likes Debbie, Debs and Deb. The only version of her name that she used to dislike is Debra. * I...
Note: Back in 2006, having accumulated a collection of stories I had written for my own pleasure, I decided to start putting them on Literotica but had only submitted a handful when a computer disaster caused me to lose the lot. Fortunately some instinct told me to hang on to the storage medium and now improved technology has enabled the recovery of all but...
"How's the party girl?" asked Lisa as she walked into our bedroom. I turned to tell her that Janet seemed okay, but before I had the chance, she saw my wife ungracefully sprawled out naked on the bed. "She's naked!" she exclaimed. "What are you two perverts doing? Bill! For heavens sake, give her some privacy!" "Nothing I haven't seen before," replied Bill...
Furious! Wonder Woman was jet lagged, battered, groggy and sore from her Guatemalan fiasco, but mainly she was––furious! Outraged! About to ease her abused body into a soothing hot jacuzzi, she had turned on the TV, idly, and saw––herself! Or rather, an obscene parody of herself: a busty brunette in a abbreviated version of her patented costume, kung fu figh...
When I look up to the skies I see your eyes a funny kind of yellow I rush home to bed I soak my head I see your face underneath my pillow I wake next morning tired still yawning See your face come peaking through my window Pictures of matchstick men and you Mirages of matchstick men and you All I ever see is them and you Pictures of Matchstick Men Status Qu...
She felt the transition from bumpy runway to smooth air as the nearly empty plane lifted off and headed for home. She looked out the window at the puffy white clouds bathed in the orange and pink light of the fading sun. "Home," she thought, "that's funny. I always thought THIS was my home." It had been...when she was growing up. But she had left many yea...
I awoke in an altogether different condition than on the previous occasions, except in that I was as nude as before. I was neither bound nor confined in a restrictive space. Instead, I was laying on a kind of padded ledge or built-in bench that was long enough to accommodate my body in a small room of perhaps 9 feet by 12 feet. It was not unlike a jail cell....
This story is a product of pure fiction. And I dedicate this story to Julie, who was the very first person to give me a feedback on my debut story "Seduction Squared". Your feedback is incredibly appreciated so please rate and share your thoughts with me when you read my stories. Remember, the first feedback might get the dedication on a new series. So...