written by: kelly k (missing master) edited by: teknight chapter one: Meeting Kim I was nervous, my palms sweating as I sat at a table in the middle of the bar waiting. After my divorce, my friends felt the need to set me up repeatedly, not that I was having trouble meeting men. I was having trouble meeting and keeping a man. I was sure this would be a...
Dear Paulette, The waves are rolling in today - it's grey but warm. A bit of rain last night but hardly enough to break the drought. I walked back through the woods yesterday – barefoot – and the soil felt unsurprisingly desiccated. Unusual for springtime here. It is difficult to complain about drought to someone in Southern California. Particularly with t...
Jane Weston impatiently tapped her Gucci clad toe on the marble foyer floor as the liveried Global Freight workers slowly wheeled in the large crate. Jesus, they were typical men: moving like molasses, devoid of any sense of urgency. Jane had a low opinion of men in general since she had booted her philandering bastard of a husband out two years ago. A good...
Finally they met. All the months of flirting, of chatting and dreaming, they had a chance to meet face to face. "John? Is that you?" Without speaking he smiled, then pulled her close to kiss her deeply, passionately. He pulled back, leaving her breathless. "I hope so, Susan. Otherwise I've just kissed the wrong person." They laughed and went up to their ho...
"Super damn him for making me this blisteringly horney," Sydney said as she turned off the water and stepped from the shower. She had just grabbed the towel when she heard a knock. "Just a moment, please" she called. Drying quickly and adorning the soft, plush terry cloth robe, she opened the door to find Georgi waiting. Sydney was plunged back to her vision...
"I think you'd better come in," said the blonde-haired woman. She opened the door to the apartment fully, and stood aside as I walked through the door. She was attractive enough -- it was hard to see why her husband would want to cheat on her. She was very tall, and made taller by her black patent leather shoes with stiletto heels. I couldn't help my eyes w...
Frantic week! No other way to say it, just every single minute was filled with something to do. I had just left my home of nearly 14 happy years in the Portland suburbs. I had packed up the Corvette and drove like a fool to be with a new man. Jon, the man I had met a bit by accident, seemed to like me. He had told me he loved me, in fact. Important things...
This is my first story to share with anyone, so I would love any and all suggestions and critiques. Though there isn't any sex in the first chapter or two I promise there will be some in chapter 3 at the latest. Please enjoy! * Lilliana was tired, she'd been around long enough to see all of her siblings happily married and have children of their own. By...
Fellow Literotica Members, I really would like you to tell me how you like your stories. In response to some feedback from readers of chapter one I have produced chapter two in two quite different flavours and the way in which they are received will guide my future writing. I will appreciate any feedback through comments, e-mail or votes. Thanks for taking t...
I have no regrets. I fought to be in the role I'm now in. Mistress Elsa is the most creative mistress in the whole of Berlin, probably the whole of Germany - and that's taking in a lot of very dominant women. When Mistress Elsa announced that she wanted only the most flexible man to serve her, I fought to prove that I alone was the most agile, the most bendy...