The following depicts adults in a fantasy based sexually explicit story. If you are a minor or it as illegal for you to view this material in your area, please exit. Otherwise read and enjoy!!!!! Her body reacted against her. Sweat glistened in the cool night air joining in small droplets rolling down across her naked breasts dampening the torn shirt benea...
I was briskly heading down my street towards my home around 12 at night when I heard a rustling of the leaves behind me. I turned quickly, expecting to see something or someone there but there was nothing other than the dark street and the glowing of jack-o-lanterns in the distance. I continued to walk and shook my head, deciding that I was only being parano...
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Copyright © January 2018 by CiaoSteve CiaoSteve reserves the right to be identified as the author of this work. This story cannot be published, as a whole or in part, without the express agreement of the author other than the use of brief extracts as part of a story review. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings a...
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...
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...
Morrigan stood impatiently by the glass doors that opened out from the back of her estate into her garden. The sun would be rising soon and her lover should have long ago returned from her hunt. The white-haired woman remembered many nights just like this one many years ago when she stood waiting for the same thing in the same place for the same reason. Seve...
Dirt, clay, and mud drenched the tires and painted the white pickup brown. The edges of the outer patch that held the tear in the metal on the driver's side of the bed together could barely be seen and the grill needed to be washed. But there was a slight smile on the goddess' face as she pulled into the driveway of her private residence and pulled around ba...
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...
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...