Marty modeled himself after the all-time great Green Bay Packers quarterback, Bart Starr. It was the end of the seventies. Now that I think about that year, it was actually 1981. The star quarterback started in the direction of towers of pallets. He was not interested in the rows of pallets, as much as the
After realising that she was bisexual, Louise met her girl friend, Emma and formed a three way relationship with her and her husband, as told in the story My Wife’s Girl Friend. This story recounts the awakening of her submissive side, from her perspective.——————————————————————————–After Emma and my husband had taken me to the party, and
By Susan Greenway[This story includes significant discipline. If this offends you, please read no further. This chapter will make more sense if you read the previous chapters first, but you don’t have to in order to enjoy it. All characters are well over 18. My thanks to Leslie Jones for encouraging me to use her
I had noticed her across the room, of course. She was gorgeous and dressed to kill, really, if metaphor dust could be turned into reality, men would drop dead around her like flies.I didn’t have the courage to go over and talk with her, of course. I’d need a few more drinks to even begin
From Kira’s P.O.V~We exchange no words between us. He’s sitting with his body squashed up to the corner and I could barely glance at him. But through the front mirror, I notice his miserable face approaching the crossing buildings.It abruptly is raining today. Blurring the surrounding lights. “Do you want me to stop there?” Rahul
“How do you think it’s going, so far?” Byron asked.The two were sitting out on the deck. They’d enjoyed some leftover salad Ana must have made the day before. Now they were seated outside, sharing a beer in the cold evening. Their captive was still on the St. Andrew’s Cross in the living room. After
You walk in slowly and slightly hesitant at first, slowly creeping towards me as your heart starts slamming in your chest from the anticipation. You reach out to place your hand on my bare ass, feeling how warm and pink it is. You think ‘She must have done something naughty to deserve a spanking like
My college friends used the phrase “a little sketchy” to describe Josh, but it was widely known that he had the best weed at the school. This was back when weed was hard to get, and good weed was even rarer.The first time I met him, it was all business. I went to his dorm
Lady Homoko’s breasts were round and heavy like succulent peaches plucked right at the edge between summer and autumn. Applying the ointment to the Lady’s silken skin Yuki hesitated just for a moment, her hand enjoying the firm roundness, the index finger brushing the small dark berry on top of the mound. Lady Homoko’s nipples
(Author’s Note:- This story is a celebration of female domination and male humiliation. If you do not enjoy the concept, please pass on reading it, and forego adding lame comments in defense of manhood.)Tim is an average chap with below average ambitions. He knocked around at various jobs working in supermarkets, delivery services and as
This story is told by Mistress J’s new slave. It tells how she learned she was a slut and pain slut and why she became Mistress J’s slave.= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults
AUTHOR’S NOTE: This is a story of sexual fantasy. All events and characters are fictional, although many are inspired by my experiences. When engaging in BDSM, I always adhere to SSC (safe, sane and consensual) principles. Readers are warned, however, that I’ve depicted a few scenes in ways that some might deem excessive. Those who
Sharp-eyed readers noticed I misspelled Gabrielle’s name in the first chapter. Thank you to the two people who contacted me to point this out. In this and subsequent chapters, I will spell her name correctly. xoxo*Those next few days after being late for dinner, and being punished for it, passed fairly quietly. I had not
It was late as we entered the foyer of the apartment building and called for the lift. Having been out for dinner we had found our way to the canal-side and strolled for a time. I’d forgotten how swiftly the clock moves when spending time with Tom. Whilst not the greatest conversationalist it wasn’t difficult
Chapter 3: The RestaurantWithin 20 minutes, we are both ready for the short trip down the mountain to the village at the bottom. I chose this place very carefully, knowing that the food, although rustic, was excellent.I’m wearing plain slacks, and a shirt, open to the collar, but the site of you just takes my
This story is copyrighted by the author, who retains all rights over publication in any form. It may not be published on any site or used in any publication, without the author’s written approval.This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination
Then the throaty voiced man ran his finger under her chin lifting her head to his hooded face. And as she lowered her eyes in submission he reached down and quickly squeezed her pussy once more making her squirm and moan again as he added, “Oh my friend, Cher is very, very good at obeying
**part 1: part 2 should be out within the next few weeks, I plan on having three in total**warning this includes themes of slavery, heavy misogny, racism, abuse and should be taken as purely fantasy and fictionEvery year, dozens of the sluttiest, greediest women tried to make it past the gauntlet of Marcus Lincoln. If
I wish my assistant never scheduled this meeting. I hate not sleeping in my own bed. She thinks loudly in her head.She checks into the hotel without any issues thanks to her assistant. She heads to the elevator and hastily pushes the up button. The doors open and she enters with her overnight bag. She
All characters are over eighteen years old. This story meets the Literotica Guidelines. Enjoy.*Maggie stood outside the house and squared her shoulders a moment. She had never been here before. Either to this house or this area. It was an upscale bungalow that was far out on the edge of the city. It sat on