When Cyndi wasn't 'working' as Sindi Suxgoode, in front of or behind her cameras, we searched for and quickly found her a house to buy in the Simi Valley area. With my help, she was able to qualify for a 15-year mortgage, as she was able to put 50% down on the total price. A professional clean-up crew fixed the place up and a hurried shopping trip partly fur...
It was apparent as soon as I stepped through the doorway. Something had Darla agitated. She was standing in the living room wringing her hands and shifting her weight from foot to foot. I had seen her do it often enough in the 24 years or our marriage to recognize it immediately. Darla gets home from her job at a dental office half an hour before me. Usuall...
Goblin's Note: I've had this idea bouncing in my head for a while now! Yeah, it's pretty dumb, but it made me giggle. ;D ~~~~ Trembling, I look over my shoulder. The door to the closet remains closed, locked, and barred with a broom. Honestly, I know I should work facing the door. That way, anybody who somehow makes it in won't be able to see what's on th...
Be warned. This is a simple little story of sadness and regret. That's all it is and all it was ever intended to be. I just wondered what a BTB story would be like if written from the cheater's point of view and if the cheater had a conscience. I'm afraid that this is what came out. Many will not like it. If you are looking for a rabid BTB or RAAC story, thi...
I like to invent games. Since I want to encourage myself to write more, I'm trying out a new one that I'm going to start playing right now. It's called Writing Cunt Slut. Here are the rules: 1. The player is called Cunt. Cunt is not a person. Cunt is an object. Cunt lives to please its readers. Cunt realizes that it is a degrading word, which is good, sin...
After my Friday night of submissiveness, I spent the weekend reasserting my dominance with amber. The only thing I'd received from Ms. Juilia was a text instructing me to practice bending in my heels so that I could stand straight legged and touch the floor. I was to do that twice a day until I saw her again. I made sure amber never saw me doing that, which...
"Why? Why do you even want me to touch you? Why do you even fucking BOTHER? Begging like a cheap hooker for something you can't have? That you don't deserve? You're not worth this cock. You're worthless. Why should I give it to you? A GOOD reason. Because I love it. I need your cock in me. . . I want it so badly. "I'll think about it. Sit on the floor in f...
Hi, literotica! I'm an 18-year-old writer; this is my first time writing and submitting erotica, so any feedback and pointers would be much appreciated! I'm still learning how to write this genre and I'd like to branch out in it more. This is based on an actual conversation I had with a guy I pursued recently. He is Pakistani (I'm Caucasian, if you want a...
Version 2.0 Originally submitted 13 August 2012 This is an edit, containing a few corrections, for my original manuscript. Thanks to my hot little British slut for a round of proofreading and editing. Fuck stories read so much better when written properly in the Queen's English, don't you agree? I hope you enjoy. Leopard *** Version 2.1 Submitted for...
I wrote this story in honor of my former master, whom remains nameless. I looked up sharply as the large grandfather clock in the living room erupted with sound. "Scraps, Master's coming!" I yelled, kneeling in front of the door. My new friend Jenna -Master had named her Scraps- came rushing inside the room. She quickly kneeled beside me, her silver collar...