Note: All persons in this novel are fictitious. If you are looking for a great deal of explicit sexual activity, this story is not for you. Those scenes that are included will be evocative rather than just for the sake of sex itself. This story is for your reading pleasure. Its length is undetermined at this time, because I do not know where my mind will tak...
Thanks to ThatEditorGuy for giving this story a much needed assist! ======================== Janetta Tlacotli. Interceptor pilot, code name Ravensclaw. I saw her name on the Transfer Roster and nodded to myself. So it was true. She really was coming here. I hadn't seen her in twelve years, six months and five days -- but who's counting? And I still remem...
So, I've decided to do back and forth narratives for this story only because I really enjoy both voices and they're so different. Another Heading back into the bathroom, I spit and rinsed before heading back into the bedroom. She looked so delicious, her brow furrowed with focus and the vermillion nightie tickling above her knees. I wanted to have her but...
"Wake up slut, we need to get you all cleaned off for your big day!" My girlfriend rouses me from my sleep and gets me up. My face feels strange from all the fake semen that has dried on my face. She takes makeup wipes and gets all my old makeup off, gets me out of my clothes, gets me into the shower, showers me off, and dries me off. "Listen up whore, you'r...
(Disclaimer: This is pure fiction and a fantasy of mine. Not based on true events.) My name is Bill, 21, of Native American descent, just below 6 ft, athletic build and enlisted in the Marine Corps of the United States. I enlisted when I was 19 soon after graduating high school and was still deciding whether or not I wanted to pursue a college degree. I w...
I might need the help of the ladies on this one. I need a phrase or a word for a certain type of woman, a type of woman that gives us guys fits, but we have no good word for. In fact I am not quite sure how to even describe it without in some way sounding negative. Stick with me here, I do mean well. When guys get together to talk about women, we, of course...
MaryJane Huffman walked out of the arrivals terminal toward the luggage carrel. She saw him right away, Not shabby at all. A real stud. He was maybe 6'2", blond, clean cut, buff. A sign board he held in his hand was printed in a professionally done script she recognized as Copperplate Gothic. It read, "Mrs. M. Huffman." But before she could respond to the si...
Hello, this is my first attempt at writing literotica, and I welcome your input. I would especially like to thank "SusanJillParker" for inspiring me through her great writings. The following is an amalgam of fact and fiction from my mischievous mind and chance encounters, so I hope that you enjoy! * My name is Kevin, and I am hopelessly obsessed with olde...
As Victoria heard the high-heeled clip of shoes down the vault steps, she steeled herself for what she knew must come. She tried desperately to close her legs so at the very least she could maintain some modicum of dignity, but secured as she was this was just not possible. She had the idea of explaining this away as rape, rape by a masked intruder, but knew...
The Perfect Pill Ch. 9: A Brief Spring Sojourn In Paris JUNE 10 2003 After a 12 hour flight and little sleep, I was in Paris for a music festival and another crazy love session. I was walking through the backstage area when I was suddenly yanked into a room and I stood before a rocking chick wearing her long strawberry blonde hair, a smile, and little el...