Prompted by an idea from Cfnmlover84 in the forum. * Drink always brought the demon out. "You were flirting with him," I snarled through gritted teeth, biting back the words, the names: Bitch! Whore! Slut! A jealous rage clouded my mind, obscuring the dark road ahead. Good that my hands were on the wheel, not about her neck. "I wasn't," she whimpered. "Pl...
Slut woke up next to her Master, knowing that it was going to be a good day; already, his cock was hard for her. She shimmied down his body, careful not to wake him, smiling at her success. The Slut settled in between his legs before gently licking up his long shaft, chasing it as it bobbed. Slut had barely gotten her mouth around her Master's large cock wh...
The following day I showed up right on time. My new master seems pleased. He leads me to his bedroom and tells me to change into the items he had laid out. I change and he puts on the finishing touches. I am now dressed in an open cup leather corset, blindfolded and handcuffed with my hands behind my back, sat back on my knees and feet in the middle of a r...
A thousand thank yous to cw5523729 for editing my very first submission to Literotica, I treasured your suggestions and I really appreciate the effort you've put into making this little story of mine readable. 'Tis the season of All Hollow's Eve, so I'd like to invite all you fine gents to join me in this tale of Katherine Osmond-Hart, a hardworking wife on...
Note: I'd like to thank ashpuppy for editing my story this time around. I'm very pleased with the results of his hard work. I'm confident that this will be the last time I'll have to resubmit this particular chapter. Enjoy the story. - Wyldnight A heavy rain pounded on the roof as we sat in the living room. I was seated on the couch and my mother was sittin...
I would like to thank dth7018 for doing a great job of editing this story and for his input on helping making it a better story thank you lots Don. Hello; my name is Helen Croft. This is my story: I had never even thought about ever writing a story about my life and the roads it has taken over the years. I never thought anyone would ever care to read a...
So what WAS the moral of the story? He suggested several possibilities: --Don't be a heavy drinker. --Heredity outweighs everything else. --You can't trust anyone, even members of your family. --Stamina is very important. I don't know which of these is right, or whether any of them is the best. I came up with another one on my own. Let me tell you the s...
My thanks to "Marie-Terese" for her assistance with the woman's point of view and to Willy B for his patience in editing. * "Dianne, are you and your husband having problems?" The question came out of the blue and, for a moment, I was unsure how to respond. "What do you mean problems? I guess that we have the normal problems all married couples have. Wh...
The guest's bedroom was pitch dark except for the lighted digital clock on the dresser. Sam had been watching the red colored numbers change for the last forty-five minutes. That's when Sam looked at the clock for the first time after his wife Julie had shut the light off and closed the door. Sam still had the vision of Julie wearing the bright red skimpy d...
Today's story of human frailty was shared with me by a divorce lawyer. He swears the story is true. I will leave that to the reader to decide. All names and places have been changed. Constructive criticism is always welcome. Ad hominem attacks will, of course, be deleted. If you enjoy this missive I encourage you to read my earlier works. Thank you. *****...