It was a boring Wednesday evening. I was away from home on business. With nobody to talk to and nothing good on the TV I decided to go for a walk. I walked for a few blocks and noticed the neighborhood was changing from hotels and bars to strip clubs and adult bookstores. I had never been to a strip club before so I thought I would go in one and check it out...
"Vanilla, please," my boyfriend Rex asked the ice cream vendor. He smiled warmly at me but I had to fight the urge to roll my eyes. He was always ordering vanilla. The only other thing I'd ever seen him order was chocolate, or maybe strawberry every once in a while. He knew what he liked and he tended to stick with it. "I'll take a Neapolitan," I smiled bac...
I am a swinger and no stranger to orgies and group sex or sex with strangers. However, I was a vanilla virgin until recently. For many swingers, vanilla means someone who is not a swinger. I met my husband when I was sixteen years old so I never played in the vanilla world as an adult. I belong to a swinger site and that is a comfort zone for me. My husband...
A submissive friend of mine recently posted in her blog that she had a really great scene. She described how her dominant had taken her farther and was, "more sadistic," than ever before. He had her, "bawling," her head off for most of the time. She made it clear that she had had a wonderful time. In my mind's eye, I imagined a vanilla person reading that bl...
It has taken a long time for me to submit the continuation. I hope to publish once a week until you have the whole story. . I strongly suggest you read previous chapters before you read this as it will make the story more enjoyable. This is a long story with numerous chapters. Be patient with it to let the characters develop. If you haven't read previous ch...
"He's just so boring," I told Tracy, my best friend of ten years. She'd been with me through thick and thin and this time was no different. "Yeah, but he has so many other wonderful qualities! He's so hot and he's a great dad to his kids. Honestly, the man is basically perfect," she reminded me, her blonde hair swept up into a messy bun. "Yeah, except for...
I read a great post today on the following 360 page the title of which was "So you want to be a slave: The realities" by miria hunter. It is a great article and I enjoyed reading it very much. It reference one of My favorite topics, Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs which was a very nice debate a long time ago for a few of us on Literotica one night. I did a few...
At some point, Michael turned on the bench, stretching out full length, taking me with him. I was lying on top of him, somewhat like a little rag doll, totally sated and limp. His lovely hands rubbed up and down my back, making little circles and tracing hearts and words of love. I could almost hear him purring with happiness and satisfaction. I was drifting...
She drove back to her apartment smiling. Helen had not been this happy in a long time. She decided that she was ready to face her father and would make an effort to talk to him. She grabbed her cell phone out of her purse and called Ryan to tell him that she wanted to meet him for lunch. Ryan was waiting at le Celeste when Helen arrived. She chose the resta...
"You are so full of it!" Gretchen started to blush, embarrassed by her friend's reaction to her confession. "You wouldn't mind if someone pulled your top down in public!?!? What, are you on drugs?" Petra continued. Gretchen felt mortified. Petra had been her friend since they were 8, and she had always shared all kinds of things with Petra. Whenever she...