For the erotica buffs: Yes, the title is a reference to the 1954 novel, but this story is very different in spirit and content.Also, my stories have been getting nice ratings, but I ‘d love to hear from readers directly. So if you enjoy this, please feel free to send a comment or personal message.Ringing

The touch on the back of each of L’s hands was so soft that it took her a moment for her brain to acknowledge it. She was being stroked with great delicacy and tenderness by fingers that she was pretty sure were feminine. A fingernail was now turned onto her left wrist and tracing up

Chapter 1 – ArrivalEmmi blinked, stepping off the plane and into the humid air. She stopped for a moment to savour the feeling of the sun on her skin after the frigid, recycled air of the airport and cabin. She had spent most of the flight bitterly ruminating about her increasingly frustrating job, not an

At this point, I’d been dating my girlfriend for about two and a half years, but circumstances meant a lot of it was long distance. In fact, there was a time period when we didn’t meet in person for over a year as we were on different continents. We’d talked about sexual desires, but, I

It was cool in the room and Conner shivered but kept still as Anna explained to the girl seated opposite her, that the best way to make her newly acquired boy stay hard was to deny him.Anna shifted her weight and recrossed her ankles. Conner struggled to remain immobile. She disliked furniture that moved without

Chapter 34The afternoon crept up on us. We had been in the basement tying up Emily over and over again. Ms. Laura ran me through positions one through three again, while teaching me a few new ones. We did simple knots and bindings, as well as a few more complex ones. The more complex ones

You see him looking. You wonder if he’s been thinking about you. He has.From across the room, you invite him to stand closer to you. He does. You sway, almost imperceptibly, tilting from one foot to the other. You feel his chest against your shoulder. The top of your buttock brushes his thigh. Denim through

Authors Note: This story is a continuation of “A Wife Learns Her Place” (about a wife’s first time watching her husband have sex with another woman, and getting off on the humiliation of it), but it can also be enjoyed as a standalone. I like the ending to that first story just the way it

I live a private kinky lifestyle due to my job. Many people in my field would not understand including my family so I take steps to hide my identity. For years this has worked and I have felt safe playing and exploring this way. For years nothing happened out of the ordinary and I became

Heather opened her apartment door and glared at her live-in house boy. “What do you want?””Lucy said I could come home.””I thought you wanted to live with her.””No! Please let me in.”She stepped back and allowed Walter to enter the apartment. As soon as she closed the door, he dropped to his knees and began

Morning came and I quickly found myself attending to Miss Eleanor’s toilette. She stroked Mistress’ rigid cock as she emptied her bladder into my mouth. Her pee was bitter and hot as it scoured my tongue. Drinking piss is an acquired taste, but for me it comes down to simply loving being between beautiful women’s

Doug and Doris woke. He was secured back down on a bondage horse. His arms and legs were attached to the base. His front had taken the most of Mistress’s abuse. She had covered his cock with a cage, his balls were still screaming at him with the whipping they took.Doris spent the night without

AnitaI was blindfolded with my hands tied to the bed above my head and my legs spread and tied to the corners. I had been like this for ages, Heather had tied me, kissed me, licked me, sucked my nipples and fingered my pussy, I love her. Now she has left me in a state

This fictional story takes place in an elite school in the south of England. All the girls are in their final term of school and are 18 years old.”Glenda you are a star. Your punishment would have been much less if you had ratted on us. We owe you. I had not heard of them

Yours and MineChapter 1 of My Life as a SubAs I entered the code into the keypad at the driveway gate, I was dreading the reaction Jonathan would have to my being late. He made sure to tell me dinner would be served at 6:00 and here I was returning at 6:27. With all the

I feel my phone buzz in my tuxedo trouser pocket. It’s precisely when you said you’d have some moments free to yourself, some alone time free of your mother and your maid of honour, just long enough for the fucking you’d need as part of the Big Day.Surreptitiously I slip my phone out, my cufflink

Coffee in hand I am ready to tackle the day ahead of me. Black, short skirt flowing in the wind, I feel a sense of dominance in every step I take. Do you think the people passing by me can smell my hormones wafting off my moist pussy that’s bare to wind under my skirt?

Tuesday morning announced itself with a relentless beeping noise from her phone. Katerine didn’t even have to open her eyes. She rolled over, pressed the button on the side of her phone, and sighed. It was time to get up. She knew it was time. She did not, at that exact moment, care. Still, she

Erin’s roommate had been given the flyer from a friend of a friend, or so she said. Lucy’s claim was eyebrow-raising, but Erin sighed at the story and didn’t press. “My friend’s friend gave it to her who gave it to me.” A game of telephone, Lucy wanted her to believe, brandishing the wrinkled piece