This is a Valentine's Day contest story. Please vote. * A witch of a fortuneteller tricks a man to be her sexy Valentine. The day before Valentine's Day, I was invited to my friend's house for dinner. As we all hung out together, all my friends were there, as a Valentine's Day party, especially for the kids. I figured they were trying to set me up with so...
As the first dusky stain of night tainted the sky, I reflected on a day that – so far – had exceeded my wildest dreams. Surreal yet so real, a combination of good fortune, sweet revenge and incredible sex had ensured it would remain in living memory. And there was still Zara and the party to forward to. The air thick with the sort of heat that threatened ne...
It's raining hard outside, but it's the same as every night here in the tropics... in the wet season, it will rain torrentially for two solid hours after seven in the evening, and in the dry season, it's more intermittent and for a shorter duration. After a while I don't even notice the racket that it makes on the steeply-sloped palm roof of the circular rus...
They'd thrown me into a cell, a level or two down from the main room. It was dank and dark and generally uncomfortable, with not even a bed or a cot or chair. I thought about Marjorie and Charlotte, and I cried a lot. There were some other cells, as best I could make out in the dim light, but they didn't seem to have anyone in them. Time passed. I couldn't t...
George Simpson received the package just this morning. He now sat behind his desk as he stared at it. His daughter Elise has sent him the package. And he wondered why. His birthday is some months away and he couldn’t think of any other occasion that would merit a gift. With eager fingers, he quickly opened the brown envelope. Slightly surprised when he unwr...
Another short 'loving wives' story, which I really enjoyed writing, and hope you enjoy reading. This story is dedicated to 'The_Trouvere', who is a member of Literotica, and made a suggestion in the 'story ideas forum'. I'd never looked into this before, but his suggestion about a bachelor party story rather appealed to me, so I thought that I'd give it a...
She wasn't sure whether it was the light streaming in from her blinds or the constant ringing of her cell phone that woke her up but she was awake and wasn't ready to be. She laid in a state of half asleep and half awake shock for twenty minutes gently tapping her fingers on the bed sheets to the ring her cell phone let out before rolling over and making a g...
Father’s Day 2002 was quickly approaching, and I was at a loss over what to get for hubby. With the kids grown and living out of the area now, it didn’t look like we would be doing any “family” activities, to celebrate Dad’s special day of the year. I thought about the usual array of gifts commonly handed out on this rather auspicious day of the year, but no...
Chanceleord went to the Council Hall of Cromilil to gather with whoever, amongst the leading councillors officers and merchants of the city, was brave enough to take leadership for a city which seemed doomed to whatever fate Guthelm of Grumandria or Charlerion of Pelancir had in store for it. They knew not who the leader of this fleet was. Only that the flee...
Note from the author: Thanks to those who caught my little mistake, I can now correct the age gap. Penelope is twenty years old and the Marquess is thirty-two. They grew up as children and were contracted to be married by their fathers when she was six, and he eighteen. So there is a twelve-year gap and it has been about 10 years since they've seen each othe...