A modern telling of Scheherazade My sister snored and night after night I'd lay in bed, wide awake, wishing I could have my own room, something that was impossible in our small house. In the room next to ours, my dad also snored and I have no idea how my mom could sleep, but she did. Even with the doors closed and the pillow and covers over my head, the sno...
My name is emerald. I have another, one I was born with, but it hasn't been used for a couple of years now. emerald is my stage name, it is the colour of my eyes and my favourite gem. But most importantly it is the name my Master gave to me when W/we met two years ago. I am an actress and a model. I'm not big yet, like Gwyneth Paltrow, but I'm known well en...
So this was a story I wrote with a friend for a while before things ended rather abruptly. That is why, I'm sorry to say, the story is not finished. If the formatting holds true through the upload process, the italicized sections are written by her and the non-italicized parts are written by me. Let me know what you think and if you feel like picking up with...
Greetings, readers! This story is another one-shot story I've written for Literotica's 2017 Summer Lovin' contest. I hope you will read, and if you enjoy it, I'd appreciate a five star rating. Thanks for your readership! * "I don't know, Bobby... are you sure I'll like this?" "Come on, Jaime. Don't leave me hangin' girl..." "But, I'm not sure what to do?...
Erin O'Neill stepped into another world, and left the real one behind. The lobby of US Financial's Park Place facility was large, open, and well lit. Little clusters of sofas and chairs stood guard to either side, along with the same sorts of potted plants and topiaries that graced corporate offices worldwide. Garland had been hung for the season, and an o...
* Every so often, the ruling junta of Kupro Marbordo, the Copper Coast, sends the cavalry to sweep the distant, lawless Pine Mountains free of brigands. A great opportunity for Ensign Fernando Bartro to make a name for himself -- and maybe capture a slave-girl. But there are dangers ahead for the young officer. Will he make it through? This story is set jus...
A tale of Southern charm, lust, love, sorrow, and a little bit of magic. Chapter One: The Scent of Magnolias It happens every Spring, or when I close my eyes and feather dust the pale yellow dry perfume oil lightly all over my body. The magnolias, sweet magnolias, are blooming…and I can scarce draw a breath with the thoughts the sweet odor evokes in...
Chapter 1. The station name even sounds cold enough to freeze you. Rannoch Moor. It's the remotest stop on the rail line from Perth, in the south to Inverness, gateway to the Highlands of Scotland. The old guard aboard this last service of the day was drinking his tea as they got closer to the place. Rarely did anyone alight here and never at night. The...
Erin and Melanie * Author's Notes: I apologize for the massive delay since part 13 of this series. As I mentioned before, real life has been hitting me hard all year and so I've been focusing only on those stories that I can publish professionally when I had time to write. When I came back to my Literotica exclusive stories, I found the original concept...
Chapter 33 -- The Trip Begins I let my eyes close and snoozed a little for a while, until Gloria called out, "Josh, wake up. Sue's making some hand signals." I opened my eyes and tipped up my hat to see what Sue was doing. She was making the hand signal to shift into single file. The road had petered out and we were now approaching a trail. I pulled Barb t...