Author's note: All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older. These chapters are an exploration of the backstory of our favorite fairy Fiellen and may not contain as much explicit sex as you have come to expect from A Fairy's Tail in some chapters. *** It was nothing more than two worn down wheel ruts where folks in days p...
I began an online romance recently. It began one Saturday night as we both sipped wine, while instant messaging, laughing and getting sillier as the hours passed. We asked each other questions. You probably are familiar with the routine. We got a bit sensual and thus started our online romance. As time went on, for some reason, I would get irritated with th...
To be obvious: this isn't a story, but a guide to the series. Since the series covers 24 episodes, I thought this list would help in keeping track of the major characters, especially their descriptions and basic history. It may not be comprehensive guide, but I hope it's helpful. If there's something that should be here and isn't, please let me know; I would...
*************Celebrating Posting the One Millionth Story to Literotica! Whoreray and Hoesannahs!!*************Humor & Satirefunny parody, I swear!mildly amusing cantankery??*************Author's Note to Literotica StaffNow don't say I don't love you guysbut sometimes, just sometimes...you are a pain in the whoohah! Just once in a while. Ah, jeez! I made yo...
Sometimes, I wonder how common Black kinky folks are. Perhaps my husband Samuel Zenith and I are unicorns. My name is Whitney Felicien-Zenith, and I’m a tall, curvaceous young woman descent living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. Five-foot-eleven, caramel-hued, with light gray eyes and a voluptuous body that is simply to die for. I live in the suburb of Kanat...
They come all too rarely, these immaculate summer days, and this one's a criminal waste, like the weather's just doing it to taunt me, flexing its omnipotence. Two weeks earlier and I'd have been in the university park, the boys playing football while the girls lounged in strappy tops and floral dresses, and we'd tire and lie on the grass with them, drink ci...
A gray street, towering façades, and sky scrapers marked the scene in Manhattan. Business people in sharp suits and colorful ties marched past. Business women in black dresses and white sneakers swooshed past. A little green token tree was chained to a pole. A neatly dressed homeless was only recognizably by the drunk movements in the morning. Patty stood w...
Dear readers, this is a long slow build of a story. I hope you like the effort at a realistic scene setting. As for the realism, perhaps it is a bit idealistic, but I hope credible? Please comment, and if it does well? I promise to return and finish Unca B off in a slightly more unreal way. Heh heh heh. This is fiction from beginning to end, no real people...
"So what do we do with the Baby?" Malcolm Brand like the others watched as the Primitive male Moe which just happened to be the Ancestor of James Ian Pryce as he still held the baby. The baby being a devolved Orin Ridge who somehow got what he wanted. Immortality that started all over again. A baby coordinated enough to have swam the waters of the grotto T...
II His eyes were red, his mouth tasted like old fish and bug-juice, and now this. Someone, somewhere in Washington, had gotten a bug up his ass and wanted a bunch of Iraqi Migs hit before they could, conceivably, get airborne -- and thereby be instantly shot down by some U.S. Air Force pukes loitering above Ali Air Base. There remained an outside chance, ho...