--- Don't take it serious. It might be metaphorical. --- * It was a typical Saturday morning for Lucas. He woke up disoriented and hungover. The ceiling he stared up at through a fog appeared familiar. It would have if he were actually staring up at the ceiling. But he wasn't. He was face down on the coffee table completely naked. The only bright spot in t...
Passion in James County XIV: A Week In The Mountainsa Chapter sixteen The next morning, Frankie and Kay got up early and walked down to the dock for their morning swim. "It will be interesting to see what Sue does today," Kay said as Frankie slid the canoe into the water. "Yeah, I was thinking that, too," he said, smiling. They got in the canoe and Fran...
It was Saturday night. The weather was cool and we'd just come back to the hotel from a nice ride along the Blue Ridge Parkway, near Asheville. Our lavish hotel room overlooked the city and the mountains beyond were just visible against the gray sky after dark. We had stayed in or near the hotel the last two nights, enjoying the dining rooms and amenities,...
I dreamt of you last night... There we were walking through the woods, the wind catching our laughter and carrying it away. The late evening autumn sky streaked with all the shades of red and orange; filling us with a warm cozy feeling. Arm in arm there's no need for words between us, as we step into the cabin we had rented for our rendezvous. Closing the...
It's Paris in spring, and there's a clear view of the Eiffel Tower from our hotel window. I gaze out beatifically and sip my espresso. I lived in Europe years ago, and it still feels likes home. I'm wearing a vintage slip from La Perla and my ankles have been cuffed to the bed all weekend. The delicate chains are six feet long so I have some movement, but I...
"Let's go cross-country skiing. It'll be fun and good exercise." Famous last words. "The weather forecast calls for clear skies and sunshine. We'll drive up to the mountains, be away from civilization for a day. It'll be awesome." "Okay, okay! Stop twisting my arm, Johnny." "You'll have a great time, Dan. I guarantee it." "That's George Zimmer's line."...
This is a sort of literary experiment. All I ask is that you keep an open mind. It's fairly short, so you don't have to keep it open for that long. "Aye," said he, "she was a snapping piece. The wife of the late guv'nor, it turned out. A high-bred woman." "High-bred?" said I. I poured him another tot of rum from the bottle. "And you the captain of a pirate...
The snow was coming down so fast you could barely see 2 feet in front you. It was cool driving through the snow, looked like something out of a twilight movie. She had everything she needed coffee, cell, tunes; she just needed to get to this little town to check up on a client. Sometimes being a doctor had it disadvantages but she wouldn't give it up for any...
Duana sat naked on the furs before the fireplace, her legs spread towards the heat of it. She steadied herself on one hand while the other pleasured her wet pussy. A keening moan left her lips as she yearned for another touch than her own. She thought of a hot, slick body against hers and ached for it. While she enjoyed the remote serenity that her woodland...
A word beforehand: Categorization seems to be primarily important to many Literotica readers. "The Futanari," contains an element of science fiction as I understand it, but perhaps not as purists do. To my mind, my stories don't fit neatly into categories. Their pedigree is as muttly as their author. A note about format too. Literotica formatting collapses...