Backseat Stories

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The Return of Nicholas Collins

by wildcat1971_2000 on Sep 25, 2017
NonHuman

Five hundred Years Ago... The night could not have been more perfect for a wedding. The breeze whispered through the leaves. The moon was full and not a single cloud dared to mar its light. The warm summer air in the clearing was heavy with the scent of dew and fresh cut grass, which took the men of the village most of the morning to cut. Rachel Williams...

Stoned Submission

by kate7891 on Mar 10, 2020
Novels and Novellas

Chapter 1: Where There's Smoke... Annika Whenever I sit out on my balcony (and I say 'balcony' with a great sense of irony, but my humble studio apartment with its fenced ledge suits me and my needs just fine) and light a joint, I always do so inconspicuously. Or so I hope. I've deliberately woven ivy and fairy lights around two-thirds of the wrought...

Taking The Class Pt. 02

by ivan_ronical on Sep 24, 2019
Novels and Novellas

Chapter 1: Friday Morning, 8:54AM – Life's A Lot More Fun When You Aren't Responsible For Your Actions "Oh, fuck!" Will slid his arms up along the back of the girl's shirt as her torso bonelessly tipped away from him. Her legs were still locked around his hips, a sticky mess between them at the place where they were joined together. "Not the most gracefu...

When We Were Young

by Thefireflies on Oct 26, 2020
Romance

The 'A Song from My Story, a Story for My Song' event is a challenge for authors to write a story inspired by a piece of music or song, where the brief is broad and the point is to use music 'to create something new and unique.' On this note, I'd like to thank Literotica author carrteun for organising this challenge. And Laurel, who runs Literotica, let's no...

Stoned Submission

by kate7891 on Mar 17, 2020
Novels and Novellas

Please comment, critique, praise and vote. Your feedback is immensely motivating! Chapter 1: Where There's Smoke... Annika Whenever I sit out on my balcony (and I say 'balcony' with a great sense of irony, but my humble studio apartment with its fenced ledge suits me and my needs just fine) and light a joint, I always do so inconspicuously. Or so I h...

Dawn's Path: Completed Work

by msnomer68 on Sep 13, 2017
Novels and Novellas

The Native Dawn Series Book 11 Rogue Dawn book 7 Dawn's Path Prologue Angel pounded her fist against the table with such force that the cherry wood veneer splintered into toothpick sized shards. Angry didn't begin to define her reaction to Kayla's news. "I can't believe you're considering this!" she shouted. Rage tinted her normally brown eyes, infusing...

After Dawn, What Came Next

by msnomer68 on Sep 11, 2017
Novels and Novellas

Native Dawn Series Book 22 After Dawn What Came Next Prologue Twenty-five years is a long time when measured in terms of a human life span. Twenty-five years to a vampire or a wolf is nothing but a drop in a very deep well. Time passed and kept passing. It moved inexorably forward with each swing of the pendulum and the tick of the clock. The town chang...

The Domme Diet Plan Pt. 01

by subm_atty on Sep 11, 2017
Fetish

Day 1β€”The Plan I have been fat as long as I can remember. I have tried various diets with no lasting success. Being uncomfortable with my body was probably one of the many factors that drew me into being a submissive. Two years ago, I met the Domme of my dreams. My Mistress was about 5'10" but towered well over 6' tall in the heels she usually wore. Her hai...

My Autumn and My Winter

by hunsenabadeer on Nov 26, 2017
BDSM

A novel by Christopher Scott Wagoner - "Damn you," Steve said, squinting his eyes to slits "you don't belong here. I'm going to to get rid of you, no matter how much it hurts." His fingers closed on the strand of wet, slippery gray hair. He yanked his arm downward but the pale invader's coat of moisture proved too much for his grip. Cursing, he tried seve...

Lowest of the Low

by bracemaiden on Aug 31, 2017
Fetish

Chapter 1 – Moving in - Sunday, November 13th My name is Patricia Teresa McKlellan, but my friends call me "PT". I was going through a dark time in my life. I had gotten fired from yet another dead-end job a few months ago. My self-confidence and enthusiasm were buried in a grave in the deep recesses of my psyche. The one bright spot in my life was serving...