NB: Hi all! I hope the little twists in the previous chapter kept you on your toes! I do apologize if it was one too many. But everything will be unraveled in this last chapter. Thank you so much for keeping through the chapters with me =) *** Hedva looked at her screen for the last time before turning it to 'hibernate' mode. The new prototype Hunters have...
Colin MacDonnell rode with haste through the countryside towards the attacking MacRae's. It was his duty to watch them and ride back when they started to march for Donan. Having lived, travelled and hunted in the area all his life, he knew the best route to take and where he could safely watch them without being spotted. It was his deepest hopes as he prayed...
Chelsea had been driving north for two days. She had no idea where she was other than being some where along the Pacific coast. She had stopped a few times for gas and food, had caught a few hours of sleep several times parked in turn outs along the coast close to the ocean. Each time she stopped, she paid with cash, wore a pair of large sun glasses and an o...
Chapter 26 - The Joys of a Mature Woman ***** Let's start this rather simply. Natia was incredibly sore the next day. So sore that, even with a cushion, she couldn't sit down. No surprise whatsoever, considering I'd spent at least a couple of hours fucking her arse. I was fairly sure she wouldn't ask me to do that anytime soon. In fact, I think anything ph...
Love at first sight, a married man meets the dream woman of his sexual fantasies on the commuter train to work. Continued from Chapter 01: Just eighteen years old, he was so very, sexually excited kissing Mary Elizabeth, his prom date. French kissing her, he felt her naked breasts and fingered her erect nipples. Then, after he fingered her pussy, she sucke...
This story has a heavy BDSM focus, a sub female protagonist with male doms, and a focus on humiliation/degradation. If that is not your thing or if you're offended by such elements, it might be better to read another story. Thanks for understanding. "You're really good, Chloe," Matt said as he looked at my photos. I answered with thanks, but honestly, as...
Summer of '83 +++++ Yet another hot and sticky day, it wasn't quite as oppressive as it had been in recent weeks. It may have been over three weeks since our part of the world started baking in the current heat wave; but only two weeks since things had really heated up at my younger brother's downtown apartment. The past two weeks spent with the baby offere...
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. All characters engaging in sexual relationships or activities are 18 years old or older. ~ ~§~ ~...
Her gaze fell onto the wheels of her computer chair. The round blob of very dark gray plastic was covered by a thin hood, as if it were a real car tire that could throw up dirt. The color was supposed to be black, yet it was not nearly dark enough. Thousands of tiny little impurities in the surface kept the surface matte without reflection. Surely, this was...
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...