Copyright Oggbashan April 2005 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. ***** I lay back on the bed beside Lucina. I was satiated with a...
I have seen a lot of things in my life and I question what morality really is. Wanted to post my thoughts somewhere on this, and since it covers adult subjects I figure it might belong here on Lit. My first thought is, the normal ethics and morals of today's society has failed us. Plain and simple, they have become overly complicated, unrealistic to where no...
He stepped out of a cool shower on a hot day, opening the linen closet, he was left with no choice but a small towel. He laughed to himself that he'd passed up a folded and stacked pile on the dryer while strolling to the shower. He was visiting the Blue Ridge Mountains and was happy to vacation while house sitting a week for his aunt. His only responsibilit...
Author's Note: I put a line break in at the point where it gets ~sexy~, so you can jump straight to that if you want. * This is my first time writing anything adult; I am a very unsexy person and I'm not sure where the motivation for this came from, but here it is. I don't know anything about penises so if anything is glaringly off in my descriptions, let...
Comments are welcome, and indeed encouraged, but do be aware that I am writing in UK English and what you think is a typo may not be. * * * Mark stumbled over a rock and pushed the branch of a tree out of his face as he tried not to lose sight of Amanda. They had been in South America as part of the research team for three weeks now and Amanda was impossib...
Salam (Hello), it's your girl, Shahnaz Tabrizi a.k.a. dokhtar dewane (Crazy girl), your eyes and ears into Tehran's party and sex orgies underworld. This is my second blog entry and it has been an orgasmic few days, but also confusing few days. I've been splitting my time between Qom and Tehran and below is my account of the last few days. Sexually forbidd...
Monica Bellucci, one of Italy’s most stunning women was talking, with Bella de Vecchi, curator, and the wife of Leo de Vecchi, owner of the De Vecchi’s Gallery. Bella was introducing her their art collection. While they were talking, a gorgeous man in dark Persol glasses strode out of the room. He was clad in sporty black wool stretch racing ensemble, leathe...
This is chapter two of the story of the same title; it will probably make more sense as a tale if you read the first part before continuing: I was becoming more and more accepted into the life of the village. After my initiation into the ways local government worked round here, I realised that I was the first anthropologist in modern times (and maybe the o...
Author's Note: I am back after a long hiatus. With smut. This one is a serial—I have the plot outlined but I'm writing as I go. An homage to one of the most iconic sci-fi franchises of all time but with a futa twist! No sex in this chapter I'm afraid. Tune in next chapter! ******* Chapter 1 Anna gasped out loud. As the haze slowly began to clear and her...
Note to readers: This story is in the Novels section because it is on the longer side for this site, and because the story herein crosses several categories of sexuality, even within each chapter, beginning with "Fantasy." All people in sexual situations are 18 or older. CHAPTER 2: THE ISLAND If one word could have described the island, it would have been...