My Feather Girl Ch. 05a -- For the world to see. LEGALESE: Don't read this if you are underage, if it is illegal in your area, if it is offensive to you, or if you cannot distinguish fiction from reality. This is a work of fiction. All sexually active characters are above the age of consent on their planet of origin. Many thanks go to RF-Fast and thor_pf...
Renée stood nervously in front of Betty Johnson’s desk. She self consciously kept attempting to flatten out the wrinkles in her nursing uniform and picking off pieces of lint that she sworn hadn’t been there when she left her room. Renée had only been in the nursing program at the university for a little over a year and up to this point had been doing quite...
Punch lines don't HAVE to be funny do they? The characters, situations and actions in this story are merely figments of an unusual imagination. So unusual, in fact, that the author doesn't actually exist. NC<18 -- No characters under the age of 18 are depicted in this story. This is a copyrighted original work of erotic fiction. All rights reserved....
(Author's note: this is dedicated to my brother and sister Literotica writers and all the readers who've shared their thoughts on my stories in comments and via email. Well, maybe not all the commenters...) *** The couple struggled through the tangled forest of oak and hickory, stumbling and slipping in the thin soil that covered the crumbling, naturally...
A sc-fi -comedy erotica by Lord_Bokrug The human hottie known as Betty Bucksome was a total knock-out. Her looks were a 12 out of 10. She had long flowing blonde hair, a winning smile, a pleasing personality and a body of a porn star. Her wide birthing hips and well-placed thickness made her very desirable but her greatest assets were her all-natural E cup...
Tricia Smart was busily going over all the accounts on her computer, trying to find where she had made the mistake. It was slightly nerve-wracking, and she had spent the better part of the morning searching each and every file for the month of September, looking for her simple error. At twenty-three years old, she had held numerous clerical jobs, from bank...
Betty turned off her computer and rubbed her eyes. She listened to the noise from downstairs. She shared the house with her boy friend and three others, but sometimes she felt like she had forty roommates instead of four. All four of them were wildly popular in their different "cliques" and everyone came to their house. It was THE place to be. Which was cool...
"I told her you were honest, and I was satisfied with your work. And I'm sure you will be fair with her." "Well, thanks for thinking of me, Betty. I can always use some extra work. What exactly does she need done?" I heard shuffling on the phone, then a pause. "Here, let me put her on..." "Hello?" a soft voice took over. "Hi, I'm Mrs. Atkins, Abby, Betty...
Betty Boots had just finishing re-applying her lipstick after Mr. Largeski's training session when she heard a crash from the back of the Fantasy Factory warehouse. "Golly!" Betty leapt to her feet, spilling her fashion magazines over the floor. There was another thunk and then Betty was sure she heard voices. She gulped and tugged her little white t-shirt...
"What do you mean he ran off with Karen? She's my fucking Maid of Honor," Betty yelled hysterically. "The wedding is in an hour." "Uh, I saw them getting into the limo about nine this morning and driving off," Betty's mom said softly, trying to stay calm herself. "They haven't come back and the limo service said the car was back on their lot after dropping...