Blue. That's how every looks right now. How everything feels. I suppose it's not fair of me. I suppose I should be a bit more supportive, but it's hard to. Tears sting my cheeks and I wrap my hand around my coffee mug, pressing my fingers into the scalding ceramic. I bite my lower lip to keep it from trembling. I'm a mess. She rushes into the kitchen, her w...
Chapter Six: La Belle Dame Sans Merci After our concert date I didn't see Anjali again for almost two months. She was preparing for a conference in Italy, and I had a birthday party to organise. I've never really thought of John as my stepfather. To me, he was "Mum's boyfriend", and then later "Mum's husband" and "Cassie's dad", never my anything. That was...
The bitch shot me. The Doppelgänger pulled me back into the car and drove me to safety where I could feed and heal. I battled conflicting venal regret and perplexing gladness at having left the mesmeric vampire gut-shot -- but alive -- on the side of the road. Never leaving a predator alive behind you is a pretty good universal precept of successful surv...
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...
We woke like zombies in the morning. The very thought of working or going to school brought moans from all of us. Even hot showers didn't restore us and for the longest time, we didn't even speak. We looked like the victims of some kind of voodoo ceremony or something. My pussy throbbed something terrible and the only way I could bathe it was to build up a h...
Liz wakes up bright and early on Saturday morning. Well, 9AM. As early as a college girl who stayed up late would hope to wake up. She stretches and yawns in her cute baby doll nightie, with her bare pussy peeking out from underneath. She does her morning routine, freshens, up, puts on a pot of coffee, and sits at her kitchen table, playing on her phone whi...
Smokey Saga #75: "Squeal II: The Art Of The Sequel" ***** The consensus re: the original story "The Art Of The Squeal" (Saga #63) was that a sequel indeed be in order. So while it may have taken me a while to get around to it, here it is. If you liked the playful bondage and torment elements in the original, I'm sure you'll be fond of and pleased with this...
My story "A Visit to the Headmistress", which appeared recently as a self-contained one-parter in the BDSM category, inspired this sequel for the Lesbian category, following a fan's request. I had read of Lee's visit to the headmistress on the Literotica site in "A Visit to the Headmistress" and it had aroused me. I have such a huge fantasy about being domi...
Mia began her life as a sexual toy when she as a young girl, and as an adult her sexual experiences with woman who like to be in control dominated her psyche to the point of her enjoying being a submissive lover, or should she be called victim. When Mia was eighteen, two twenty-year old girls whom she knew found her alone in the woods as she was walking hom...
I had just finished blow drying my hair when the power went out. I stood frozen for a second, my mind taking a second to process what had happened. One moment the blow dryer was humming, my music was blaring from the other room, then nothing. No noise, no lights. I was pitched into darkness. Thunder boomed outside suddenly and I screamed. My hand flew to my...