A yellow rose! Lydia couldn't believe her eyes. Such a lovely flower...the nobles of Faireval would pay a pretty silver for such an adornment. With delicate hands, the young woman pulled the rose's stem from the earth, adding the flower to the growing collection in her wicker basket before continuing through the Faire Forest. The woods had many pointed bran...
November 18th, Year 41 After the Return of the Tsarine (A.R.T.) Ludmila unlocked the dorm room and signaled us with her left hand to leave the room. It was time to return to the oar deck. As we left the room, I approached and whispered "Thank you" as I kissed her hand. She gave me the usual half-faced smile, slowly caressing my shoulder, before returning to...
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...
Her head spinning at the same time it felt as if a rhinoceros had just rammed her in the stomach, Martha Traber sat behind the Defense Council's table, between her two lawyers, strained to the point of instinctual disconnect as the jury read her guilty verdict. Despite the fact that Martha had been approached with several plea agreements from the Federal P...
It was early morning on a hot, humid summer day Samantha was on her way into work. Sam as everyone calls her was very well tanned, fit 5'8, 36-24-36 and 130 lbs with shoulder length straight blonde hair tied back with hazel eyes. She joined the South Paw Veterinary Clinic about three years ago right out of veterinary college. Sam dreams about having her own...
The legionnaire was very hairy. The hair on his broad back was long enough for Diana to get her fingers tangled right inside. But at least he spoke Greek. Of a sort. Not like the Roman centurion who'd fucked Diana for so long just a couple of hours ago. He'd spoken Vulgar Latin and some words of Aramaic from where he'd been stationed before being relocated t...
'Wip' they called her—like the word 'whip,' but maybe short for whippet because of her speed—or like the crack of a whip and it's lash, for her intellect and wit—probably all of the above. She sat in her pew and surveyed as she did each Sunday. She took in the sermon and surveyed; and was surveyed. There were many eyes on her—all cloistered; hidden—wanting h...
Here's a new story snapshot. It's just the introduction and the first few chapters. There's no sex just yet because this will be a very long ongoing series about two girls who are from rival high schools and now play for the same college basketball team. It's a slow burn romance story between the two of them. Also please comment below on what you think of it...
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...
(To follow this story better, do yourself a favor and read "A Nude Business Ethic" first.) As I finish reapplying my make-up, I look at my co-workers next to me in the Ladies Room. We are lined up before the mirror with a dressing table at cunt level, all naked save for our stockings, shoes and make-up. The new dress code for the office has been accepted w...