There we were, Petronella and me, sitting in the bed opposite one another, admiring each other's breasts, and wearing identical silky pyjamas. From the outside looking in we would have appeared to be a very erotic pair. And I was anxious to get on with some practical eroticism. "I have decided, Honey," smiled Pet. "Tomorrow we will gather up all your male c...
She woke up sometime later. The day had already fallen into a peaceful afternoon, but since it was morning for Tarri, she found herself oddly lost in time, untethered to its passage. Her body still smelled like sweat and dirt. She reached down and felt her pussy lips - still sore - and felt Woland's dried seed on them. She wondered if he could get her pregn...
This is Chapter One of a book. Because it is a book, some of the chapters are more exciting than others, and some situations do not complete until the next chapter. This first chapter is primarily setup, but has some very interesting parts. For later chapters, the characters and situation will be more understandable if the previous chapters have been read. I...
It wasn't easy being a young and attractive female high tech corporate spy and thief. To be most effective, many of the jobs Noriko attempted required her to pretend to be someone she wasn't. It didn't help that as a part time fetish model and a full time student working toward her Master's Degree in Business, she had exams to study for, term papers to wri...
Mailgirl Number Thirteen knelt, naked, on the middle of a well-decorated office on the 26th Floor of US Financial Plaza. Her head was bowed, and she stared emptily at a point on the carpet a few feet in front of her; a mailgirl dared not to make eye contact with her superiors without express permission. Her arms were behind her, her right hand locked around...
This is another "Heartland Tale" with a nod to "Heartland" creator and Literotica author Trisha Monks for her inspiration and indulgence. Follow the link on my Favorites page to see her work. This is a standalone story though and may be read without the context of other "Heartland Tales" stories. You may want to read my other piece "In an Iron Sling" for ch...
Chapter 7: Wounds Present day Mariah held the crook of Master Gabriel's arm. She tried not to lean on it too heavily. She could feel his warmth radiating through his shirtsleeve. He smelled good. Clean, like rain. She had never particularly noticed the smell of a master before, except their breath when it was hot and rancid on her face. The old memory of...
Mandy, Sonia, and Lysa prepare to rescue Shelly. What will they find as they head into King Aeacus's lair, and why is he keeping her alive? Shelly will learn the true meaning of despair. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Chapter 20 = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Aeacus Mandy waved as her lover flew out of sight. His eyes swept pa...
Emilia stood in the bathroom mirror looking at herself, and judging the reflection she saw. Her pale skin was coated lightly with water from her shower, tiny droplets slid down her arms and crashed to the floor. Her locks were soaked, drying in the air, some strands clung to her forehead, while others limply swayed in the air. Passing one of her delicate han...
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know or own Demi Lovato, Selena Gomez, Taylor Swift, or any celebrity for that matter. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. ***** "Harder! Come on Dems, wreck that big fat ass of yours!" Taylor was very used to walking in on her girlfriend Selena getting ass fucked, but she didn't think sh...