This story is rather long; I haven't been able to write for quite a long time, and this is what (finally) came out. I apologize for the ridiculous length, and I hope it is worth the time. It was, initially, a very relaxed night in for Mike and Sharon. The two of them were enjoying a nice, quiet night at home, unperturbed by the idiocy of the Bush Administra...
A volcanic outpouring of CFNM material in this story, my friends, more than you would find in any other work of fiction. I suggest, therefore, that you read it in bite-size chunks, a bit at a time. I can testify to its truthfulness, if not its truth: there was a lot going on in colonial India during World War One, most of the white male folk away in the Euro...
AUTHORS NOTE: No, there isn't any sex in this chapter. But hopefully it sets the scene for future chapters of Jessamy Beech in which there will be. "If ye untie me I'll give ye the best fucking y'ever had," said Hamnavoe from the shadows, "ye look like you could do wi' one ..." Jessamy Beech ignored him and rotated the spitted squirrel a quarter turn. The...
She thought refusing to stay with Miles was the smart thing to do. Making love twice was more than enough, and she needed time to think about and process what they'd done together, but driving home all she could think about were his eyes and the feel of his hands on her, the passion of his kiss and the way he'd awakened something inside of her and drawn it o...
At Grover Cleveland High the swimming classes were held in the vast echoey basement pool, smelling of chlorine. There were bleachers rising on both sides to be packed out in the event of a competition. There were Corinthian columns and painted windows in the upper walls. The atmosphere was gloomy and... Well, full of possibility. For one reason. Classes...
~~Beatrice~~ Nearing Azamel's hole in the ground, back in a place she very much didn't want to be. But this was how the magic happened, throwing yourself into the deep end and seeing if you could swim. She had Jacob with her, so at least he'd help her out if she started drowning. Hopefully. Maybe. Azamel's place was still maybe a quarter mile ahead, and ea...
Chapter 5: Family Mel Sanchez was the love of my teenage life, she was pretty and fit and kind, we've been friends since we were both 12, and since then she's been the target of my affections ever since. She was the first girl I ever came out to, and the first one who rejected to me, I tried to kiss her and she freaked out. She didn't tell anyone but we ne...
Author's Notes: This story is erotic fantasy written by Etaski. I reserve the right to be listed as the author of this story, wherever it is posted. If found posted anywhere except Literotica.com with this note attached, this story is posted without my permission. © Etaski 2018 This is my Geek Pride Day entry for Literotica! Written with nostalgic apprecia...
Prologue A small high school Somewhere in America… Matt Thompson stood at the podium before his fifth period history class, sweating profusely. Today was the day. He looked up at the camera and microphone above the door, pointed right at him. To Hell with Big Brother, he thought. I'm going to tell these kids the truth. Not the crap they've printe...
Calvin Hensley was awake in cold sweat long before the alarm clock buzzed annoyingly on top the drawer. He only got a little, if at all any sleep the previous night. He rolled over and knocked the stupid thing off the drawer. It didn't stop buzzing and he didn't bother picking it up. He just laid there thinking about something about the Swiss being pretty co...