Chapter 11: Bell of the Ball There was a distinct air about the girls as they rode the elevator down to the Grand Ballroom. Katrina in her green dress, Danielle in yellow, Yanna in red, and Shea in an ivory white silk number that hugged her body like a second skin. Trish and Paige did a wonderful job picking out their attire for the evening. From the look...
Author's Note: If found anywhere except Literotica.Com with this note attached, this story is posted without my permission. © Copyright Les Lumens. Every so often, I just feel like writing some smut. This is one of those times. There's more, but I'll leave that for the closing. **** Amber absently toyed with a lock of her strawberry blonde hair as sh...
Copyright Oggbashan November 2019 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. Most of the conversations are assumed to be in Spanish but reto...
Annie Edison was impatient, glancing at the door instead of the Futurza forms scattered all over her coffee table; Zanophrax could wait. Selling pills had never exactly been an intentional career choice anyway, not that she had intended for a lot of things; hence the meeting she was waiting so impatiently for. Seeing the group together again would be nice. S...
Note to reader: This story is fiction. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is coincidental. ***** Sunday morning turned into Sunday early afternoon before Jeff and Muddy awoke. Both were tired and sore from the previous night's activities with David and Marylou. Jeff went to the bathroom and was so unsteady he had to sit down to pee. Evidently, the s...
This story will contain elements of non-consent, BDSM, fantasy/sci-fi anal/oral and forced sexual activity. If this is not your thing, then feel free to move on to another story. Enjoy. Feedback is appreciated. * Damian awoke to a knock at the door. At some point during the night Alasara had rolled over and thrown her arm over him. He untangled himself gen...
The fierce white sunlight heralded another Australian mid-summer day. You didn't need to hear the incessant droning whir of the cicadas to know that the day would be another scorcher. You regret the late night on the balcony where the chatter and the wine flowed just that bit too freely. That is always a hazard when staying with my old forestry mate, Adam,...
Dark niches were easy to find within the city's limits, it was carved out from the new ruins of modern day masonry. Damp wet stones greased from the local eateries were a common sight drawing an elongated architect of Victorian streets dabbled with a little bit of renaissance provided an alcove of buildings dressed in violet lilies and orchids. It was winter...
"What a blast!" Janice exclaims as we walk down the hallway to our room at a hotel only 35 minutes outside of San Diego, California. "I still can't believe I got to take a picture with Chris Pratt!" "I know, I was there, I took the picture." I beamed back at her. As I turned toward the door of our ground level suite; I slid the room key into the lock and th...
The continuation of "Fat Sharon's Fun Alone, Ch.1", I have plans for further stories, but do not intend them to be 'continuations' of this story. Thank You for your feedback on my previous story, it's good to know that you have enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. ***** Sharon deliberately took her time, with small steps and an exaggerate...