Chapter 1 - Morning in the Garden Astoria Morgan squatted in her garden planting bluebells and pansies. Her straw blond locks spilled out from under her wide-brimmed hat, which she always wore when gardening because, while the sun loved her hair as kindred gold, it was less kind to her delicate ivory skin. Astoria therefore prudently covered up with a pair...
This is only my second story on literotica, the first one was fact & involved the first threesome my wife and I had this year. This one is not fact but pure fantasy and has evolved out of a recent fetish I have developed for the more mature lady. This fetish has been born out of reading stories on this site, looking at porn on the Internet and a flirty old l...
I posted this letter on the Internet for my husband to read while he was away on business. Dear William, I am posting this publicly because, you know, sweetie, I like to humiliate you. I have a dinner date with Brian this coming Saturday. I've been seeing a lot of him, haven't I? I guess you can tell; I really like him. I've been extremely horny since my...
John was my first boyfriend at seventeen. Twenty years later we were married with two boys - me working part time and looking after them and the house and John obsessed with work. I often thought how much my life had changed and how little his had. He still went out with his mates at the weekend while I was at home. My friends were settled down and I worked...
This is an absolutely true story taken from my life's journey as a Transsexual slave woman. I've lived full time for over twenty years now. -------------------------------------- As I write this my Mistress is in the bedroom with one of her many Black Bulls. Her screams of lust and orgasm reverberating through the house as he grunts and thrusts himself int...
It's been over a year since I wrote the first installment of my story. My Mistress recently read it for the first time and told me to continue with the next chapter. She found it quite amusing actually. I have not been allowed an orgasm now for close to three months and I have been begging her lately for release. Well... I hint at it hesitantly anyway. She...
(CHESS) Its a bit of a nuthouse this building really. Theres old Billy The Hamster upstairs (you really DONT want to know). And that wee wanker Shawn next door to him with the skinhead and the tattoo all round his neck. Then of course theres WhatsErFace. From Dundee I think. WhatsErFace has crazy red hair and we...
I tried to relax and gather my thoughts as I sat in the well-appointed waiting room impatiently rehearsing my best interview responses. It had been a long day already, up before 4 am to make the 6 am flight from Des Moines to La Guardia, then a cab to the Manhattan office. I was just barely early for my 1:30 interview. Not only a long day, but it had been a...
Weak sepia sunlight warmed the wooden draining board, tiny feet kicked excitedly at the prospect of auntie Katie's arrival. Seated on his precipitous perch, the little boy could barely contain himself, his baby eyes seen only the chink of light as Katy appeared at the door with his mother "ma wee soul, come tae Katy ma wee lamb, it's yir birthday darlin' co...
Author's note: This is another Melanie piece, an enchanted few days on a Scottish island. My thanks to my muse for her inspiration, and help with editing. Profound thanks also to raconteuse, who painstakingly edited, and smoothed away the jaggy edges. I'm deeply indebted to both of them. Thanks also to my loyal readers, who have stayed with me through my so...