Author: LindsayMurray

Sophie’s Secrets #4 – Sophie finds out what happens to little girls who tease. (Mf, chastity, denial, teasing, BDSM, DDlg)

You don’t need to read the other parts, but it does add more color to the story. Check out my profile and click “Master links” for the other sections.

**5. Punishment**

*Mark*

“She’s killing me, Ben, I don’t know what to do.”

Reuben Weston and I sat on the screened-in porch of his big southern-styled mansion sipping whiskey. It was a Friday evening, and I’d come over to his house for some much-needed advice.

“You can’t let her know I’m giving you details about our sex life. Well, our… not-sex life,” I clarified.

“Of course not.” Ben reassured me. “She’d explode into a puff of embarrassed pink smoke, and glitter, and… whatever else little girls are made of.”

“Sugar and spice and seduction,” I muttered. “The little hussy.”

“She’s been pushing you?” he asked, raising an eyebrow as if he were surprised. Read more »

Sophie’s Secrets #3 – Sophie teases a little too hard, and gets punished (Mf, denial, spanking, DDlg, BDSM)

You don’t need to read the other parts, but they do add some color… [Chapters 1-2](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/qk4609/sophies_secrets_1_their_wedding_is_right_around/), [Chapter 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ql7f7c/sophies_secrets_2_he_reads_her_journal_and_her/), [full story](https://www.literotica.com/s/sophies-secrets-pt-01).

**4. A Summer Walk**

Sophie

Mark Baker had the most beautiful face. Straight and strong features, a sharp nose, a closely trimmed dirty-blond beard that got sexier by the day, and clear blue eyes that sparkled with mirth when he looked at me. And perfect soft pink lips, just right for kissing.

But Mark was even more breathtaking when he lost control and came against my hand. His eyes had flown wide in shock and awe, and his features were painted with pleasure.

I knew it would be sexy as hell to watch him come, but once I saw it, I knew I needed to see it again.

Maybe he was right, and I was being bad.

I didn’t care.

When he did finally leave my room that night, he still had to check the hallway before he hurried back to his room, because there was obvious discoloration on his jeans. As soon as he left, I locked the door and journaled my heart out. And then I was left soaking wet again, so dug out my dildo, closed my eyes, and pretended it was him. Read more »

Sophie’s Secrets #2 – He reads her journal and her deepest desires (Mf, foreplay, kissing, dirty talk, handjob)

**3. The Request.**

*Sophie’s Journal Entries*

Monday, July 27, 2015

You asked me what I wanted, what I expected. Mark Baker, the only thing I’ve ever wanted is you, and I expect you to come as you are.

And I know you know that, and I think you’re afraid of giving yourself to me completely. I know you think you’re not good enough for me. You’ve always felt like that. You’ve said it out loud. It makes me sad because I don’t think you know just how awesome you are. Don’t worry, I made you a promise. One day, you’ll believe me when I tell you that you’re wonderful. And I can’t wait to love you so hard you have no choice but to believe it.

But, you asked me to do this. So I’m going to do it for you, so that you’ll believe me.

I know you’re afraid of hurting me. I know you think that when we have sex, I’ll be reminded of all the bad things that have happened to me. But I won’t. I know I won’t. For two reasons. Read more »

Sophie’s Secrets #2 – He reads her journal and her deepest desires (Mf, foreplay, kissing, dirty talk, handjob)

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**3. The Request.**

*Sophie’s Journal Entries*

Monday, July 27, 2015

You asked me what I wanted, what I expected. Mark Baker, the only thing I’ve ever wanted is you, and I expect you to come as you are.

And I know you know that, and I think you’re afraid of giving yourself to me completely. I know you think you’re not good enough for me. You’ve always felt like that. You’ve said it out loud. It makes me sad because I don’t think you know just how awesome you are. Don’t worry, I made you a promise. One day, you’ll believe me when I tell you that you’re wonderful. And I can’t wait to love you so hard you have no choice but to believe it.

But, you asked me to do this. So I’m going to do it for you, so that you’ll believe me.

I know you’re afraid of hurting me. I know you think that when we have sex, I’ll be reminded of all the bad things that have happened to me. But I won’t. I know I won’t. For two reasons. Read more »

Sophie’s Secrets #1 – Their wedding is right around the corner. Can they wait? (grinding, kissing, foreplay, no sex)

Warning: Sophie’s story is a little darker than my other work. There is mention of past sexual assault, rape, and abuse. It is not graphically or explicitly written out, but it may be triggering to some readers.

**1. Prologue**

*Sophie*

I have a problem. Sometimes, I can’t talk.

It’s extremely inconvenient. It’s a form of dissociation; at least, that’s what my therapist says. She said it’s called “Disembodiment dissociation,” or something like that. I feel like my lips are just gone, like that scary episode of Doctor Who where the people’s faces disappeared and all that was there was skin? Yeah, it’s like that. I find myself reaching up and touching my lips to reassure myself that they’re there.

And I feel like my mouth is full of sand. And marshmallows. Marshmallow sand. It’s nasty. And I can’t talk with nasty sand in my mouth.

It’s like the words are right there but I can’t get them out. They get stuck.

So I write.

It became a coping mechanism a long time ago, and I’ve gotten better about it… way better! I’m super proud of myself. So is Mark. And I love it when Mark is proud of me. Read more »

Sophie’s Secrets #1 – Their wedding is right around the corner. Can they wait? (grinding, kissing, foreplay, no sex)

Warning: Sophie’s story is a little darker than my other work. There is mention of past sexual assault, rape, and abuse. It is not graphically or explicitly written out, but it may be triggering to some readers.

**1. Prologue**

*Sophie*

I have a problem. Sometimes, I can’t talk.

It’s extremely inconvenient. It’s a form of dissociation; at least, that’s what my therapist says. She said it’s called “Disembodiment dissociation,” or something like that. I feel like my lips are just gone, like that scary episode of Doctor Who where the people’s faces disappeared and all that was there was skin? Yeah, it’s like that. I find myself reaching up and touching my lips to reassure myself that they’re there.

And I feel like my mouth is full of sand. And marshmallows. Marshmallow sand. It’s nasty. And I can’t talk with nasty sand in my mouth.

It’s like the words are right there but I can’t get them out. They get stuck.

So I write.

It became a coping mechanism a long time ago, and I’ve gotten better about it… way better! I’m super proud of myself. So is Mark. And I love it when Mark is proud of me. Read more »

My [F]irst orgas[m]

So here’s a story, back from college. Spoilers, no sex… well, depends on your definition.

I was a good girl. Never had a boyfriend. Always wanted one, but in an intimate, emotional way. A “guy who would cuddle me when I’m sad” way, a “guy who would take care of me and make me laugh and maybe kiss me” way.

I read sexy romance novels at night when my Christian conservative parents were upstairs sleeping peacefully, and as far as I know, they never found out. I didn’t know I was repressed.

So then, I met Boy.

He was cute. He wasn’t really hot at all. But he was cute. Sweet. Like, “aww what a nice kind, sensitive, gentleman” kind of sweet. Respectable.

I found out later he was not respectable. Which I quite enjoyed.

When I met him I was 19. We texted, then chatted on Facebook, then called on the phone. I met him one weekend and… Things got complicated. A man had never turned me on before, not really, not in person… He gave me a hug that made me feel parts of my body I didn’t know existed. I felt a man pressed up against me for the first time, slowly growing hard against my hips. Read more »