This will be a retold account of Donna's first experience being shared with another man by me, and of that event's effect on our relationship. We have previously written about it in past stories, but some new members of Literotica have written about how they could get started in wife-sharing. Donna has read it, and her corrections have been incorporated in t...
I read what Frédéric wrote about me and my subscription to the massage institute. I will tell you more. I regularly go back to the institute as I have a subscription that allows me an unlimited number of sessions. But what I like most is when we both go with my husband. It's more rare because he works, but it happens quite regularly on weekends. I realize...
Dean and his team of tormentors soon settled into a hideous routine. Every morning at seven he would be taken by the night guard to be showered before returning to his cell for a morning meal. Then, at eight sharp he would be taken to the Treatment Room for a hot tube to be inserted into his urethra for two hours. Each day the pain diminished by a small frac...
I'm a college professor. That's my day job. I teach math, of all things. Unfortunately, teaching math doesn't pay all that great. I, like so many of my colleagues, have another job to help with the living costs here in New England. Some of my colleagues tutor, or write admission essays for rich international students. One guy is a bouncer. Me, I like to thi...
"The law of unintended consequences" As I entered our master bathroom, I raised my skirt hem, showing my husband that I was missing my panties; but what caught his attention was how red and swollen my vulva was. "Good lord girl! what happened to your cute little pussy? That looks absolutely raw." "It is raw; I feel like I have been riding a 'sandpaper hobb...
(Chapter 11) "Keep on Running" (circa-1976) If you were looking for a woman with style and sophistication, the place to visit was the Bridge Hotel wine-bar between the hours of 6 p.m. and 8 p.m. Positioned high above the embankment of the river Tyne the wine-bar attracted a diverse range of corporate, stylish and beautiful people eager to unwind, flirt...
[This story deals with women's bodily functions so if that offends you, please read no further. All characters are 18 or over.] Once again, Lynn Owens and Marcia Jaspers, sophomores in Prof. Kate Sullivan's Women's Studies 201 class, were surprised by the direction the next session of the class took. Professor Sullivan stood at the front of the lecture hall...
She took her time getting ready. The bath with softly scented oils and flower petals, the fragrant perfumes and the transparent black negligee that was barely covering her pale skin. Her full breasts felt heavy and her nipples were tightened to the point where it was slightly painful, especially when the mesh fabric of the shift she was wearing brushed aga...
She is worthy of my attention so I worship her. She is worthy of my devotion so I crown her my goddess. What is the motivation? Why do I subjugate myself to her, allowing her to demean and humiliate me? In truth it is because these actions of submission give me a kind of power. Another's Mistress (a coach), an actualized and enlightened female with considera...
My husband's blue balls are progressing nicely. I haven't permitted him to ejaculate for 41 days now, since we switched roles, making me the dominant and him the slave. His testicles are distended with their load, hanging heavy and hard in my hand. I give them another hard squeeze for a few seconds, eliciting a moan from the man to whom they are attached....