Sexual Stories and Erotic Fantasies

Her eyes fluttered open and the early morning light filtered in briefly before she closed them quickly. The soft sounds of her awakening began to fill the room as she stretched, curved and twisted her body like a serpent. She had not slept well. The imminent arrival of her Master had caused long bouts of anxiousness and above all, desire. As she wriggled around, the flannel sheet snagged between her legs. The folds just caught the tip of her now constantly throbbing clitoris, causing her to yelp out. She bit her lip hard. The folds of her hot wet cunt trembled...

This is a work of fiction, all characters are above the age of 18 and are fictional. Themes for this story are: Rape, reluctance and light bondage. This piece of fiction was written by me and belongs to me. Final editing was done by my Dom, and myself. Enjoy ; ) How Anna discovered she is a little whore Part 1: The uninvited guest The day started with a thrill of nervous excitement. I had been awaiting that particular Friday for quite some time, since it was the day that my parents would leave me alone for an entire weekend. My...

Linsey nearly skipped down the sidewalk, having a cheerful bounce to her step and a kind smile. Her skin was not quite pale and the cold weather made her face a bit rosy. She wore a thin wool sweater with strips of grey and bright vibrant red. She had long brown hair that tip outward and up a bit and bright wide blue eyes with a mousey like features. She wore a white lace skirt with white stockings and shows that's were nearly like ballet shoes. She carried books in her arms holding them by wrapping her arms around them, her...

PROLOGUE: Spring, 1965 She’d begun to think of herself as the Invisible Girl. She’d had friends: kids she’d grown up with, stumbling through the grades together in the Boston suburb of Ridgeton, connected by the endless and complex threads of shared experiences in their small world. And many of them had continued on to the local two-year community college, just as she had. But somehow between grade-school and this, her first year of college, it was as though some spell, working so slowly as to be unnoticeable, had pulled them all away from each other, or at least from her, the...

Brenda Olsen stood a little impatiently in line while waiting to register and get a key to her room. "Finally," she muttered under her breath, "my turn!" "How may I help you?" the ditsy looking blonde behind the counter asked brightly. Brenda was about to give the woman a zinger but thought better of it and replied, "Olsen, Brenda Olsen, I have a reservation for three nights." "Uhhhhhh let me see," the blonde said while punching in her name on the reservations computer terminal. "Hmmmmm, I don't find it here, let me check one more place........." Brenda nervously tapped her foot...

I can still remember the first time I set eyes on Sandra. I was a scruffy young man of twenty. She was a very sexy girl of 22. She came up to me as I was trying to kick start my somewhat temperamental Norton 750 Commando motorcycle. She said something about liking bikes. That was all I needed to hear. A hot looking brunette with big brown eyes in a pair of tight fitting jeans coming up to me and telling me she likes bikes. My life took a turn for the better in a heartbeat. It was as if I...

Two matching sets of almond-dark eyes gazed quietly at each other over Jake’s hairy chest as he lay gently snoring in the center of the bed. Two dark-haired beauties lay, one head on each of his shoulders as they rested. Although Jake was exhausted from their sexual romp, the two vampire girls were not. ‘I’m sorry,’ Annalisa thought into Béla’s mind. ‘I didn’t mean for him to fall for me – I was just trying to be a good host… and I was a little curious, as well.’ ‘It’s difficult to be jealous,’ Béla thought back, ‘He’s infatuated with you because...

I sat there, silently, staring at my one hundred and nine scratches on the wall. I took a deep breath, trying to stabilise my will, to keep going. Yesterday... Yesterday had hurt. A pain I hadn't felt in months. Not since I last saw her. Not since I got here. I sighed, standing up, when a rattle on the door jeans me out of my reverie. Peering through the plexiglass, I could see a man flanked by two of the orderlies of 'East End Asylum for the Criminally Insane'. I sighed, focusing on the man. He was somewhat short, shorter than...

The grey stone building stood before Cassandra rather interestingly, the mock Tudor fronting grayed to some extent by years of pollution. The black paint on the door was pealing slightly. Irony had taken its turn, placing it at 23 Acacia Avenue, next to the mythical whore of Iron maiden fame. The numbers were faintly unaligned, leaning away from each other at the top. Blood red roses climbed the front amongst ivy. A large brass knocker sat to the left of the door. Cassandra hoped she was appropriately dressed, in a short purple jacket, three quarter length jeans and a flowery blouse...

Naomi Price was facing a crisis not of her own making but one that only she could figure out how to solve. She was 38 and her career was going well. But her 14-year-old daughter was in private school. She and her husband had divorced shortly after she was born. His child support was not helping Naomi make ends meet. Plus, her ex’s career had gone in the tank; he was only working part-time and barely getting by himself. A year earlier, Naomi had placed her mother in assisted living. While it was much nicer than a nursing home, it was...