*Editing magic performed by KJ24 and Shyqash, plus contributions by the regular gang of brigands and neer-do-wells* ***** *Warfare is a matter of resources, intelligence and timing* (THE PRINCE AND HIS COUNSELOR) "Two more hunter groups have arrived since sunset," Armand crowed. "That brings my strike force talent over 100." "One hundred what?" Salvador...
This is my Nude Day 2011 Contest contribution. Please Read, Vote, and Comment. I appreciate feedback, as it helps me grow as a writer. "Lavender and Love" is dedicated to the bright and shining soul who 'shared' her story with me. I know that she has found peace. I may never have known her while she was living, but she's an inspiration to so very many. It i...
Hi, Thanks for all of the great responses to last week's story. It was as much fun to write as most of you seemed to think it was to read. And like a lot of you I still have that song in my head. This week I wanted to do something a little bit different for me. No gimmicks, just a story driven by the characters, and a question. I hope it's not too boring, bu...
My wife and I were sound asleep, having turned in early on a Thursday evening to be fresh for a day's work in the yard the following morning. As Monday was a holiday, we'd decided to take that Friday off to make the most of it. We had A/C, but as long as it wasn't too humid we loved sleeping with the windows open for the sounds of summer at night. Our bedroo...
Korinthia Koire 1. The Bound Witch I died. It was the only explanation I could fathom back then as to what I became. We had all heard the stories, if one died a violent death or perished with the burden of some unspeakable sin thent he gods would see fit to curse us and have us rise anew as something inhuman until a hero puts us out of our misery. Of cour...
CHAPTER 19 GWEETO ROSELLI SPEAKS FROM THE GRAVE: The Morning was bright and cheery. I opened my eyes to see Beverly who was scrambling under the covers of our bed. I lay on my back making believe that I was still asleep. I could feel her big tits rub across my left leg as she positioned herself between my legs. We had fallen asleep while still in the nude a...
Copyright © 2017 by Richard Gerald dtverson, a good friend, recently wrote a story using the play "Tea and Sympathy" by Robert Anderson as a backdrop. I have never seen the Deborah Kerr film, but I have read the play and seen it perform on stage. Something has always bothered me about the Anderson play. The main character engages in adultery with if not a...
This is the original ending to my story "Living Dolls." As I prepared to post it, I realized that the end of Chapter Seven, with Jason and Karen sitting on the steps awaiting the return of Jason's parents, was the best place to end the story. Nevertheless, there are more chapters. They have none of the humanity of the first story, but I wrote 'em, and I'll b...
Author's Notes: This story is erotic fantasy, set in a world of magic. I reserve the right to be listed as the author of this work, wherever it is posted. If found posted anywhere except Literotica.com with this note attached, this story is posted without my permission. © Darkniciad 2000-2007 The sexual situations in this story will be far ranging, an...
Holidays at the Lodge were very much a thing. Although obviously everyone had their usual obligations such as visiting family, we always set aside a date so that everyone could celebrate together. After spending so much quality time together, a lot of the girls had become quite close, so celebrating certain things became the norm over the past couple years....