The silvery moonlight filtered through the branches of the ancient forest; the trees that stood sentinel for ages forever leafless. Her footsteps on a forest floor devoid of all life were loud to her ears, disturbing the peace all around her, disturbing the stillness of death. One so vibrant, so full of life, this was not her place. Her presence was unwelcom...
Prologue Winter. That's what she reminded me of. Not just the refreshing cold, but the raging blizzards and still, white days. She reminded me of the short days and long nights, and the beauty so easily disregarded as safe. Most of all, she reminded me of the animalistic - the primal - hunger that drove wolves to travel thousands of miles for a single car...
I posted this story back in the spring and it recently got deleted by accident. I looked through it and changed a few words here and there, nothing big but thought I'd repost it. Hope you enjoy! x ************************************* I headed through the front doors and made my way to the elevator. I looked down to my watch and 7:00am was approaching. It...
Author's note: I want to thank all of you for your enthusiasm regarding Story house ch.1. I'm sorry for the mistakes earlier. I've revised this submission as much as I can. If mistakes still exist I hope you'll not be too harsh on me. And sorry for the late, you know, I'm a lazy lad. *grin* Keep voting. Comment, negative comments are also welcomed. ******...
Author's Note: Kya the vampire first appeared in a story I published on Literotica titled "Existence in the Shadows". This is not a continuation but a separate tale in Kya's undead existence as she searches for blood and lesbian love. The motion picture, "The Pianist", was my inspiration for the middle section that explores the relationship between Marti...
Sophie was distraught at the thought of losing Emmaline to the women Christine said would be their lifelong enemies. To think that only days before they had shared their first kiss, and now it was likely she may never see her again, or even worse that an encounter would result in having to actually fight her former best friend. Despite all those misgivings...
Authors Note- I like to keep on my feet with writing and test my ability, so this one is different to the others I plan on writing. It's a little bit rough and made for a quick hot release. Enjoy :) ----- Some never got to feel "The feeling" and I felt sorry for them, but only slightly. I didn't care much about the little people. But I did love my fans, a...
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The night air was cool on my skin after a scorching hot day, giving me the chills. At least it was a clear night, though, and not as humid as it had been lately. I peered thoughtfully up at the half-moon. I yawned and stretched, wondering if tonight was worth it or not. I could be at the bar, having a few shots of whisky and getting frisky with some men. I...
A couple notes from the author: Category choice was/is debatable. There are strong supernatural and horror elements and it skews plot and exposition vice sex, but it's erotica about lesbian desire at its core. None of the literary references or historical factoids that litter this story are necessary to the plot, like who Ayn Rand and Edmund Dantes are. If...