The day was oddly painless, but Rellenora still felt tense. She told herself that when her husband summoned her, she needed to go. But when she asked herself why she'd permit any part of whatever was to happen to involve Prince Yban, there was a secret answer, an answer she didn't want to believe even existed. So, she pretended it never did exist. All th...
Not Romance; Erotica for the Unrestrained So, I am sitting in a studio apartment in Reykjavik, Iceland, for the moment bored out of my skull. Why I am here is not germane to this story and something I am not inclined to share. The stories I have decided to write are not really erotic fiction, but rather actual sexual encounters. I am bored right now becaus...
"I finally know your secret, bitch," Landon Cadbury said to himself as he looked at the Profile on the Ottawa Back Pages. The leather-clad, blonde-haired woman appeared to be in her fifties, wielding a whip and stroking a strap-on dildo. The message advertised the services of Mistress Lorna, supposedly the top Professional dominatrix in the Ottawa capital re...
It was Christmas and Charles hated Christmas. It was worse than any other day of the year because on Christmas it was impossible to pretend. Pretending had always been Charles' greatest solace. When his father was arrested for unpaid debts, Charles pretended he had gone to sea in search of treasure troves. Charles spent many hours imagining his father battli...
The Aerotocat Way Is Not Always What It Seems (Gentle Reader, This story was inspired by and written especially for the 2011 Literotica's Valentines Day Story Contest. I thought about classifying the following as SciFy/Fantasy until I realized the Aerots have been around since the dawn of humans. They are as real as humans are though this is still a work o...
Let me take you back, hundreds of years, to the height of the Middle Ages... *** It was a warm night in June, and all was calm and still as the city watchmen walked the streets of London. The alleys, however, were anything but still... Warm, golden light spilled out into the lane from the unshuttered windows of the Dancing Bear, one of the less reputable...
She chuckled as she watched him get bandaged. Now, it wasn't that she was enjoying him being injured, she just thought that all the fuss he was making was hilarious. She and K'Tharen had been fighting together for three years now, and no matter how tough and brave he acted when he had that sword in his hand, the instant the battle was over and he had to repo...
Cleyandra – Age 24, follower of the Goddess Skadi. She is being sent on a quest to find a stolen artifact that was blessed by the Goddess. While she is unwavering in her faith, her traveling companion, Braxlin, will test her to no ends. Braxlin – Age 27, Believer of the God Ull. He is to accompany Cleyandra on her quest, and protect her. * "Please tell me...
Valentine's Day, a crock of a holiday in Evan's mind, invented by the greeting card companies to make a quick buck during a slow time. A small part of him admired the genius in it, but mostly he loathed the idea of a holiday that by design messed with the emotional state of every man and woman in America. "Well not every man," he thought to himself as he st...
--- The Blood Pact, Chapter 35 --- The ethereal howls of the Dark God's laughter over its victory continued to fill my brain. I slumped down against the steps with legs askew and shoulders bent. With the continued protection his Dark God, the king was invincible. The Transformation Wand, the one weapon I'd had to use, was destroyed. I'd failed to avenge...