Disclaimers: This is an uber piece with the two women we know and love so much. The characters are my own. Sex: Yes it's there. I can't write without it. It is my whole drive for writing. So, yes it's detailed and juicy and titillating. Violence: None this time. Wow. Language: Some bad language. Comments/Feedback: I would appreciate constructive criticis...
Author's note: I have lurked on Literotica for many years and have on more than one occasion enjoyed reading a good erotic story. Previously, I have written several science fiction adventure novels but I always felt a little queasy about adding too much sex to the prose. Not that I am a prude, far from it but I didn't want to upset my sci-fi fans by being to...
It was raining outside - a typical Amsterdam spring day with heavy grey cloud casting a chill gloom upon the city. A Little natural light was managing to find its way through the dirty, rain spattered windows as they rattled in their frames, carrying with it the luminous presence from the spring leaves on the trees outside that lined the canal. Inside, the r...
They'd been watching the movie for thirty minutes now. Ling's eyes were on the screen, but her awareness was sweeping the room, back and forth. She'd draped herself along the sofa, covered in her duvet. Elisa was nestled into a cushion on the floor below her, head resting against the arm, just below her own, enveloped in her own duvet. They'd had a busy...
She didn't have a lot of time. Fight with the bouncer at the Coronado Grill had given her a red welt under the left eye and delayed her for fifteen precious minutes. Marci would be home soon. In her mind Gwen could see her. Marci wearing her little business suit, tapping her fingers on the side of the car like she always did waiting for the traffic to open u...
Chapter 01: Introducing Rose I was standing in front of the bathroom mirror, having finished my shower. There was a towel around my waist and another on my head, wrapped around my long red hair. I had dried myself after the shower and was gently rubbing moisturiser into my breasts. As a natural redhead I have pale skin and my mother always said the secret t...
Sometimes, people say that I am a lust-filled slut. Like most Butch women. Well, I say I'm not. Being a Butch woman doesn't mean I chase anything in a skirt. I chase hot women because I want to. Pure and simple. The name is Theresa McDowell. A six-foot-tall, green-eyed, blonde-haired and alabaster-skinned Irishwoman living in the City of Nepean, Province of...
(During the auction scene I got carried away, and diverted to another character. This was after attending such an auction in Los Angeles. There will be more about this scene in the future. Another series is in the planning stage, called 'Auction House'.) Sold at a slave auction Miranda thought she was tough and would have laughed contemptuously at anyone...
I'd like to thank my editor, thewordsmith2590. Her unusual preoccupation with Carmen's underpants is a tad unsettling, but she is generous with both her time and talent, for which I will be eternally grateful. *** The sun had reached its midmorning height, fingers of light stabbing through the canopy of broad green leaves. The small group's progress had be...
It was 'First Tuesday', the night each month that all the art galleries were open for their new exhibits. I dressed up a little nicer than my normal daily fare. Sure, I clean up well. There was just a hint of cleavage, maybe more than a hint, maybe a lot more. I liked to think my breasts were one of my better parts. I enjoyed them even though there wasn't an...