Saturday Evening "Now that is how you wear a dress." Jessica Stewart blushed a little under her friend's compliment, although she had to agree with Margo. She balanced on her toes like a dancer, stretching her diminutive body. "It's not too short, is it?" she asked, smoothing the blue silk across her flat stomach and legs. It didn't reach the middle of her...
This is Part Two of Naked at College, #1: Chrissie and Michael. There is a bit of introductory material, but I have tried to keep this part brief. You definitely should read Part One before reading this part, as the story will seem even more absurd than it already is without the introduction and prior events. This series is my Litererotica version of the "Na...
Chapter 1 Trish was excited and apprehensive as she sat on the plane. She had visited her dad, Rudiger, four times in her child hood, during her one month school holidays. He was always very happy to see her and quite fascinated with her, she recalled. Each time they had met in a different city and he travelled around with her. Trish knew that he was wealth...
The source material's been done to death, of course. A few have even taken it in the direction this story goes. But none have been terribly faithful to the original, and commercial considerations prevented them from following things to their logical conclusion. My Pleasures Were (To Say The Least) Undignified by Optimizer I've finished preparing the next...
*All character engaged in sexual activity are over the age of 18, in case it's not obvious or mentioned. *This is a long story intended to span many chapters, please go back and read the previous chapters or else this won't make a lot of sense. If you are looking for a quick fix this probably won't be for you. This story gets violent and reads like a jumble...
Truth Cries from the Semen, a Metaphysical Journey ====================== Author's notes. Almost a narrative, the story recounts in first person a melancholic intellectual young woman's self-discovery journey from naïve "real world" pornography exposure to her ominous choice to throw herself, all at once, into an entire night of visceral fetishistic group...
My Aunt had died a few months back and had been kind enough to leave me sixty thousand dollars. It was a decent clip of money, and it had been wholly unexpected. Combined with the money I'd been tucking away over the past few years, it bought my bank account balance to a hundred and forty thousand dollars. It wasn't a fabulous sum by any stretch, especiall...
AN: If you've read the first two chapters, you should know what kind of story this is. Expect no realism or restraint. This is a ludicrous sexual power fantasy, as crazy as I can make it. If that's the kind of thing you want to read, then enjoy! ***** As the edge of the evening sun at last fell behind the horizon, I, The God Emperor, stepped down from my c...
My dreams are always surreal, but very rarely involve sex of any kind. So, when the image that inspired this story cropped up for a few seconds one night, it stood out in later recollection. I decided that it just might be worth fleshing out... so to speak. ... As he carried in his carry-out dinner, he immediately noticed the glow coming into the darkened...
I used my newfound freedom poorly. I stood, hand on crate, staring at the sealed ship before me until at last a robot responsible for the dock came over and ushered me outside. The bay's doors closed resolutely behind me, leaving me in a small awning that opened out to the bustling throng of people on the thoroughfare. Reddish dust caked the broad roadway, c...