On Rosanda's second morning at Castle Adurant, she spent her time making little sketches of cute little Andreo while Duchess Adurant and the nanny, whose name was Mildred, tried to keep the boy still when Rosanda needed him to be. When that business was done, the duchess asked Rosanda for her companionship as she took a cup of hot tea. Rosanda agreed, and so...
Welcome to a special Halloween episode of Literotica Sexual Theater 3000! We embark from our houses dressed as goblins and princesses, filled with joy and merriment -- only to discover that there are no treats awaiting us, only the cruel trick that is this stinky story. What do you get when you mix together the peanut butter of bitterness with the chocolat...
I'm motionless underneath, as the out-of-shape body lies heavy on top of me, thrusting hard, its owner grunting and groaning into my ear, hands groping and fumbling at any soft flesh he can find... This was the usual Friday night routine nowadays, gone midnight when he rolled home drunk from a night out with 'the lads'. Smelling of beer and smoke and someth...
It was one of those days where, frankly, I was having trouble focusing... Not much was getting done. My thoughts kept wandering back to some of the games my wife and I had played—one "date" a couple of months previous had captured my attention. The memories of her in the throes of passion were crowding out just about every productive thought I had—she was qu...
I've been feeling guilty, so please consider this my anonymous online confession. I am just trying to 'purge' myself of my sins, if you will. You see, I've done a cruel thing to a rather innocent guy. (Actually, my friend Becky helped me do it, but I admit that it was my idea!) We did it to him together. Just think: Right now that poor sap is at home, hopel...
I was walking along the beach with my dog, Lucy. She was having a grand ole time with her nose to the ground, running here and there, chasing gulls and little ghost crabs. I always wondered what she'd do if she ever caught something. I was playing tag with the water as it ran up the sand and tried to wet my shoes. I'd been walking up the beach for about twe...
The following events are entirely fictional. ***** I'd never been one to frequent skin clubs. But after a long week, I just wanted to unwind, and the company of a lovely lady was usually good for that. So I had a pocket full of Washingtons and called a cab; I worked as a researcher for a production studio in LA, and didn't drive any more frequently than...
A note to readers: This is a long story that unfolds chapter by chapter through the eyes of two protagonists – Mark and Elsa, and as in many of my other stories involves a growing spate of horny characters. Every ten chapters or so I will provide a short summary at the start of that episode to bring new readers up to date (see start of Ch. 30). This story c...
XX Walk this way I was stunned. I had not sipped the serum; I had quaffed it off. My initial reaction, one of powerless rage against Albert for not briefing me properly that night at the hospital, lasted only until I reflected that the man had been dying in agony and could hardly be blamed for failing to make his meaning entirely clear. No; the responsibil...
Please note that the described Native American ceremonial and social scenes are not intended to be a reflection of contemporary Cherokee cultural practices. The dream-world is an entirely fictitious construct, and while it may resemble some aspects of pre-historical society, it is not intended to be definitive. "Maybe you should whip up a light lunch, D...