I am returned, 140 years after Borodin, from the Steppes of Central Asia. Oh, yes, I've made the Golden Journey to Samarkand. I've stayed in that Caravanserai Whose Doorways Are Alternate Night and Day. Maybe sometime I'll relate some of my travels, but now I'll tell you my adventures with Borte. No-one now knows now what this name means, but it was that of...
"Jeez Aliandra, you a cat girl or something? Why the ears and tail?" I asked her as she squirmed under Amadias teasing digits. "I wanted something unique and cute, plus I love cats and always wanted to be like this, now I can," she replied as she jumped away from Amadia and rushed behind the couch, Amadia pouted and slumped into the couch. "I see, but I wo...
Sienna slipped out the secret door that lies in the corner of her closet. She thought it would freak him the fuck out to just "disappear". I wish I could see his face when he comes back, and I'm just "gone". This "man" defies all the stories I've heard of human males. He is controlled for one thing. He has pleasured me to pass my expectation. He has an intel...
Author's note: IMPORTANT: I put chapter 12 in the BDSM category, so if you have not read it there yet, I suggest you do before continuing with this one. As absurd as the concept of a hucow is, I tried to take it quite seriously, to delve in the psychology of a hucow and her owner, in search of what this admittedly strange fetish means, at least to me. The...
I had taken a sleeping pill so I slept like a baby as my husband drove through the night. I woke in perfect time with our arrival at the beach. The hotel had promised us an early check-in, but apparently 7:00 AM was a bit too early. My husband suggested we pitch our umbrella on the beach and wait it out. I happily agreed. He pulled our beach supplies from th...
Reminder: This is a series, a long one. If long stories such as Game of Thrones and Walking Dead are not your thing, then Literotica is home to many great short stories. This is NOT one of them. *** Brent was up before dawn. Even as little sleep as he had gotten with her in his bed. It had never been quantity with Lauren but quality. He sighed as he brush...
Usual standard declarations about age, ownership etc. apply here. Welcome back once again as the journey continues, with mysterious figures seeking to become involved in the lives of our boat dwellers as they try to understand their own situation. This chapter took longer to write as ... well Christmas and stuff. Winter and goodwill and so forth, and I have...
Continuing directly on from where chapter 32 left off, this is another one that has been difficult to get out. Maybe it's not truly 'writers block' more a concern that in trying to develop and be real to the characters, I may not have 'sexed it up' as much as some readers would like. But it is what it is. One for the followers of this series, certainly. As...
I would like to thank 'freaknut' for her help in writing this entire story. She gave me direction where I had none, and inspiration where I needed it. Chapter 5 I was pulled over again Sunday afternoon on my way back from Blockbuster. I gripped the wheel of my sports car angrily. I had been driving no more than five mph over! My friends warned me about thi...
ABBY. 1. Abby wiped the steam from her mirror to better see her reflection. Britney Spears blared from her cell phone. Abby sang along into her hairbrush. "I know I may come off quiet, I may come off shy. But I feel like talking, feel like dancing when I see this guy." She bit her lip and shimmied her shoulders, whipping her wet hair from side to side....