The Boarding School was halfway up a mountain, overlooking a quaint European village built on the shore of a beautiful lake. Lenka loved opening the windows in the morning and breathing in the fresh mountain air. She had been at Miss Astor's Boarding School for Young Witches for over a year now and she still wasn't tired of this morning ritual. She had be...
"Seriously Jo?, Three weeks?" Tess asked her step-sis on their weekly Skype call to each other. "Yep. Final assignment paper work is in the mill as we speak. I'll be back stateside before Christmas and will have some leave before I have to report," Jo told her sister-lover. "Super! Can't wait to see you, baby!" Tess exclaimed excitedly. "Me either. In fac...
"Areli, can you take this box down to the curator's table and prepare the items for tomorrow? Also, please be very careful; these are valuable artifacts, and some of them may be irreplaceable." Areli Noonez fought the urge to roll her eyes as she bent over and picked up the crate, "Yeah, no problem... don't worry, I'll be careful." She winced as she began...
Note: If you find the explicit description of cunnilingus and analingus offensive, please refrain from any interests in this story as future chapters will denote these acts. ************************** Chapter 1 The bright and bulky clouds looked magnificent in the foreground of the clear blue sky; they looked like incandescent cotton balls adorning the...
Authors Note: This story was originally written for the Sapphic Erotica Festival. The parameters for the story were that it involved one of the muses and was a lesbian tale. Clia Johansen sat at the very back of the darkened auditorium fighting to keep her eyes open. At the podium Professor Roberts rambled on about Alexander the Great or Hannibal or some ot...
This story is my first new piece of fiction in over ten years and was inspired by a request from a kind reader of my first posting: 'The Salon Pt. 01' I love suggestions for new stories and can't wait to find out where future, yet-to-written installments will take us. As always your feedback is greatly appreciated. ***** Not for the first time Marion felt...
Author's note: Hello, fellow Literoticans! This story is a rewrite of The Beginning ch.01 - my very first story to Literotica in 2003. Events in my life prevented me from doing much writing in 2005. I am slowly getting back into this passion of mine and decided to begin by taking my earlier stories and rewriting them. I hope you enjoy it. Comments and votes...
To say that Saudi Princess Taja Hakim led a sheltered life would be the understatement of the century. Born on November 9, 1989, to Saudi Prince Ahmed Hakim and his Lebanese-born wife Princess Aamina Ali, the young Arabian Princess bred in metropolitan Riyadh was destined to live all over the place. Her parents spend most of their time between the Republic o...
-9- "See you Sunday night," I said to Anita and rolling up my window, I drove out of the golf club lot. Anita and I played our second round on Thursday Morning, just the two of us. Once again I dressed similarly as yesterday; short golf skirt, thong but black this time, and a scoop-necked blouse but without a bra. It worked; at least I was sure that it wo...
NOTE: The following chapter contains sexual acts between a futa character (meaning, a character who has both genitalia, male and female, at once) and our dear Miri. If that isn't your cup of tea then by all means, you can skip this one. ---- I sat there, stunned as everyone else started walking out of the room. "Holy shit". I thought. Could you blame me?...