It seemed like a normal Saturday. She was stood at the island in the middle of the kitchen preparing a light snack. The sound of her chopping covered up the sound of his steps as he walked in behind her.”Hey love, what are you making?” His voice startled her and interrupted her chopping. He wrapped
Joanie comes home early from a stressful day and finds her handsome son, Jake, also home from school, he was sprawled out on the living room floor. She says, “Aren’t you supposed to be at football practice?”Jake responds, “Coach gave us a day off after last Friday’s win.””Well that was nice of him! So what
The Kiss – Chapter Five”So, spanking and being tied? That’s basically the BDSM introductory course. Good job I’m a qualified instructor.””Oh, Emily…! Wait, you’re not are you…?””Don’t be silly, hun. Of course I’m not. It’s really hard to get that accreditation. And he annual fees are brutal, talk about a harsh punishment.”Both girls dissolved in
I’d always been quiet, always wary of people, not at all trusting of anyone. It was just my nature, I found it very hard to open up to anyone. I loved my mum Marie, but at the same time hated how loud she could be, and how attention-seeking she seemed to be. Hated, or just
This is the real life of a woman I met online. I she was very open because of the type of website I was on and I asked her if I could write a story about her on this site. I grew up in suburban California, predestined to go to college and lead one of
(Author’s note: If you haven’t read the previous chapters of “Frank & Cheryl” you might want to, just to know the background on this couple and how they arrived at this point in their building relationship.Physical descriptions: Frank is a divorced 35 year old, 5′-11″ tall, 185 pounds and fit; brown crew cut hair, clean
*********This takes place in the same world as The Marching Bands Punishment at St. Jude’s College where students are milked three times a semester and can be sent to the dreaded “punishment room” to experience sexually charged punishment************Dr. Terrence continued lecturing in the punishment room. All around him he could hear his ten person freshman
Everything written below is based on real events. If you’ve read Part 1, that’s what really happened. This story has the alternate ending that my submissive mind wished for.Names changed for obvious reasons..”Blue Balls or a Ruined Orgasm?””What?””I asked if you wanted me to give you blue balls today, or should I spoil your orgasm
Lisa asked Susan back to her place after lunch. The kids were in school and her husband was on a business trip. They walked in and Lisa checked the electric wall clock above the mantle, 12:35. “Good” she thought, “at least 2 hours before the kids get home” she said to Susan. She walked over
This is an incest story…Prologue ****My name is Luisa and this is my story, one that my son insisted I write…As I said, my name is Luisa. I was 40 years old with an 18 year old son, Michael (Mike), when my story begins.I married when I was 22 and after 10 years of married
After being married for 15 years, my first wife and I attended my sister-in-law Karen’s thirty-fifth birthday party. Karen was married to my wife’s brother, and as they lived 600 miles away, we had little contact other than family gatherings. I knew Karen as a professional, had a busy business life, and was a classy
Daisy couldn’t believe it.She thought Andrews– no, was sure Andrews was a sub through and through by the shy expression he always had when speaking in front of her class. And yet here he was, dominating her in his office late at night through his assertive touches and rough kisses against her lips and collarbones.
Trudy’s a proper slapper.She doesn’t mean to be. She just is.That’s where I come in — Willow, the best friend. It’s my job to drag her away from her worst mistakes. Sometimes I even succeed.It’s not like it’s a secret, either. “Take care of my Tru,” her mother always used to say as we headed
Guys here’s the next episode of the Judicial Punishment Lottery series. I’d just like to take this opportunity to give another shout out to fellow Lit-author Avicia, who helped a lot with this tale. If you’ve not read her stories, then I thoroughly recommend that you check them out. Also, while I’m at it, I’d
A party a night at Ellie’s house it appeared until her parents returned. Luckily things hadn’t gotten too messy yet. Ellie looked…not quite nervous, anxious is probably a better word as she looked around. Apparently she had correctly guessed that her assailant has most likely attended her party the night before. Still, her eyes managed
She was obsessed with the old lighthouse. She did not know if it was its blatant phallic form or the white light on the top – now extinguished – or something else, but it held a siren call for her.When she mentioned it would be nice to watch fireworks from it, he said with exasperation
The disclaimer part, no one engaging in sex is under 18. My little world doesn’t have bad things in it, only good sex and (eventually) happy people.Matt groaned as he reached an arm out to turn off his alarm. He seriously thought about rolling over for a couple more hours sleep but, in the end
You could blame it on the situation. The temple queue was such a crush that it was inevitable that the people in the queue were pressed together in all sorts of awkward ways.But when Srikant, an 18-year old from her neighborhood first brushed against Shobha aunty (mami) in that crowd he was guilty of allowing
It took me a while to understand what was happening, and that wasn’t surprising, because it wasn’t something you would expect your Sister to do. And also, initially she was being subtle, so it was easy to misinterpret what she was doing. Once or twice might be thought of as accidental, but when it became
Chapter 01: Teaching More Than English[This is a work of fiction. The story is an unadulterated and unabashed attempt to tickle male fantasies, and as such, may not be wholly realistic. Other than certain historical exceptions, all other locations, events, and characters are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.]*****It’s