The Underground was a nightclub, situated in the bowels of the city, that catered to all the alternative subcultures- the punks, the goths, the rivetheads. Every mainstream castoff. Known for loud, stomping music and nothing in the way of a dress code, it's patrons crawled from every hole and seedy corner of the city. Lynn looked out over the dancefloor, wh...
I let him pick me up at the dark little bar across the street from the motel. I had been sitting at the bar for almost an hour, drinking double screwdrivers, and waiting. Dressed as I was and sitting alone at the bar, several guys had approached me and made their plays. I politely refused each one, saying that I was waiting for someone. I was waiting for so...
Enjoy! ~!~ Sally took the step two at a time to reach Paul's apartment. She waited until Storm pulled away from the curb before leaving her apartment to tell her friend about her good news. She knocked on Paul's door impatiently and when he didn't answer the first time, she knocked again, harder. He threw the door open and she smiled at him. "Hey there s...
That first week of classes would be fondly looked back on as one of the most purely exciting times of Ginnie's life. She met dozens of new people, most of them as nervous and eager as she was to get into some kind of rhythm. Her schedule was all mornings--so it left her afternoons relatively dry and open to interpretation. Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays s...
Last year I began renting a three bedroom, two bath house out in the country, I was living alone so I certainly didn't need all the space, but it was the only thing available in the area at the time. I turned one of the extra bedrooms into an office for myself, and set the other one up as a guest room for the rare occasions that I actually had any overnight...
FORWARD: This story is an ending to my ongoing relationship with Walter. This was written before I knew what happened to Walter. Initially this story was written for Walter’s eyes only, but I decided to submit it, to complete the set of Online Rendezvous stories. At the bottom of the story you can find out what happened to Walter. (It’s not a bad thing, a...
The premise behind this story is true. When I emailed my wife about what I was watching she suggested I post the experience on literotica. This surprised me as I don't think this is a site she reads. My wife (whom I truly adore) and I are going through an adventure in expanding our love, intimacy, and communication both in and out of the bedroom after being...
I was sitting at the side of the river, minding my own business. That was my first mistake: never mind your own business, trouble finds you every time. Of course, being a Demon in Hell doesn't help either, but there've been a couple of centuries I flew under the radar. I was taking a break from tending the Spawnling pens: new demons don't flip into existence...
The succubus phase was over and I'd have to switch to incubus to finish the job. It's always easier to have a demon that can shape change do Spawning duty. There's a few succubi and incubi that can't shapechange, but the process of passing the seed between them is incredibly ugly and I won't bore you with the details. If you're really bad and end up in Hell,...
The conquest was afoot before Allie even became aware that she was trying. However, if there were ever a place and a night and a moment made for seduction, it was Carly's notorious Halloween parties, and tonight, all manner of games were on. The little pussycat costume caressed every inch of Allie's toned flesh, and when her face emerged from the rum-punch,...