Author’s note: The following story takes place in a cemetery. If this is sensitive or offensive topic for you, I suggest finding a different story to read. Otherwise, enjoy!It was late in the afternoon when they arrived at the cemetery. The headstones glowed in the western sun, stone crosses and angels throwing shadows across the

5They have been walking in complete silence for about half an hour. In the beginning the man had to shorten the leash and keep the girl closer behind him, so that the rope did not get tangled in all the branches and shrubbery. Once the forest cleared and they reached a path, he increased the

Before I know it, I hear another set of footsteps coming up the stairs. ‘Is this someone just looking for the bathroom? Or is it someone else to use my holes? Shit…what am I getting into? How many guests does he have planned for me?’ My thoughts are interrupted by another knock at the bedroom

“I still love Conner, but I love him for what he is, not who he is, know what I mean?” Siobhan tried to explain. “But he has become a means to an end for me and I suspect I have become the same thing for him.””Don’t get me wrong, I like having my own slut.

The woman sipping tea across the table was drop-dead gorgeous.Alexis was obviously in her early forties but she had done little to minimize her striking beauty. She was petite with dark hair and glacier-blue eyes.”I’m not sure what you were told by Percy, but my methods are… unorthodox.”She could see a blush spread across the

This afternoon, in the sweet mildness of the day, I made love to you once again. I stripped the clothes from your body, gently stroking each part of you. Your face, your breasts, your belly, your thighs. I had you lie down on the bed to watch me undress. I lay down next to you

Declan’s friends were all lined up on the sofa, pants tented and eyes raking over my body as I crawled behind him into the living room. He took his place at the center of the sofa and guided me to my place on the cushion between his legs. I placed my head on his thigh

My hands are on your hips and I press you back into the wall. My nose gently drags against your cheek. I lick you and as I shove you back harder, we kiss. Slow and deep. My hands slide up your side, onto your chest, squeeze. I groan in your ear. I pull your hair

Janet had a problem. It had been a long time since the needs she had felt so long ago had come into her conscious thoughts. Lately she found herself remembering events from her first real adult relationship in her early 20s and it scared her a little, but also gave her a warm feeling that

Night after night, you sit unused in your pathetic cage disguised as a side table by the couch, due to your cock’s annoying habit of wanting out of its own little cage everyday. To learn your place more thoroughly, I have implemented a rigorous list of chores and edging sessions until your tiny member concedes

I had been talking to mistress Liz for over a year now. Every few months I’d send her a Snapchat when I was horny and ask if I could come over tonight to which she would usually respond that she was busy or it was too late of notice. The few times she would respond

Jenny took a deep breath and attempted to settle her nerves. Two weeks earlier she had plucked up the courage to tell her husband, Michael, a secret. Now her conversation with him had borne fruit….Jenny grew up in a traditional upper middle class English home. Her parents were pillars of the community in the small

This is a typical case of content being created because demand outweighs supply–demand here being myself!Few stories satisfy these fetishes, so I decided to venture out and write one myself. As this is my first submission, please bear with any mistakes and inadequacies I make, and feel free to leave a comment.Feedback is appreciated.Fair warning:

Chapter 37We finished the ice cream rather quick. It was the sticky sensation of drying sugars on our skin which hurried us up into the shower.Ms. Laura’s bathroom shower was huge and clearly built to purpose. No true walls, only an array of columns around a drain, it was easily thirty-six square feet, and the

The morning light streamed through the curtain, pricking at Alice’s eyes. She groaned as she rolled over and wiggled her toes. Mornings were not her strong point, but Marcus had been kind enough to let her sleep in today. She considered that action with some trepidation. Marcus was a strict Dom, and Alice knew there

Dedicated to Boxwood.This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, merchandise, companies, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters in sexual situations are 18 years or older.Chapter

“Rough day, huh, Joe?” Joe took off his safety helmet and wiped his forehead as he looked at his colleague Sammy,”Yeah it’s been a little tiring, to be honest, Sammy,””What’s up man? You know I’m here for ya!” Sammy shouted over the sound of a tele-handler driving past. The two men were clocking off after

This 4 part story incorporates a reworking of one I have had previously published on Literotica, ‘The Panel’. This Part 1 tells what led up to the events.Repercussions — slave girl saraI know this as fact, you may think it fiction, and which ever you decide I hope you enjoy your next few minutes read.One

CHAPTER 1’Thank you.’ Emma said, pasting a fake smile on her face as she accepted the drink.’What’s your name?’ The guy asked as he sat on the stool near her.’Max’. She lied and put the drink on the bar. She had some bitter experiences about the drugs in the past and since then she had