Bjorn fiddled with the tie, but nothing he did seemed to straighten out the mess that he had made of the knot tightening uncomfortably about his neck. Any more than he could straighten out the mess that had become their lives. If the week had gotten off to a mixed start with confirmation of Kirsty's pregnancy to lighten the load of their run-in with Greta a...
This is part three of a seven-part novella; it should stand alone, but beginning at the beginning is the recommended pattern. I'm posting all the chapters at the same time so you shouldn't have to wait long for the rest. A Literotica Box Set for the summer. The original idea for this work came following a discussion at the authors' hangout about frustration...
By this point, Brist's mind had totally surrendered to the sad, wretched truth: He loved his kittens. He shook and writhed between their feathers as they gleefully tickled his sides. They had gagged him with vines, so now it was all he could do to giggle and moan. The redhead was kissing his neck, licking him with her rough tongue, sensuously treating him...
I awoke not to the scent of my fabulous new lover but rather to the scent of coffee brewing and bacon frying. Shimmering rays of sunlight were reflecting off the wisps of smoke that brought the scent to my nostrils. It was mid-morning and I had slept in instead of awakening before Angelo and preparing his breakfast for him. I slipped from beneath the warmt...
Ashriel frowned. The plate of waffles and sausages looked so tempting and the taste Anniel had given him still lingered in his mouth. So delicious. That was bad. He looked at the plate of congealed prinut. That was by far healthier for his body...but after having had a taste of Anniel's food... He clenched his fists, his eyes going from one plate to the o...
PART 3 *** "Christina!" Her father's voice was booming against the silence of the night. My girlfriend's head popped off my cock, her eyes wide with panic. Amy went rigidly still above my face. Oh, SHIT. There was a flurry of activity as both girls hurried into their nightshirts. I looked around, trying to stay calm but totally freaked out about what I...
My wife Angela teaches an art class for adults at a local adult learning center. She's been doing it for the past 5 years, and at the end of each term she has a week where the students get to paint or sculpt using live nude models. For the past five years she'd used our friends Lisa and Tom, who themselves are very artistic and have no problem being nude, i...
Author's Note: I'm tired of the paste and copy option for the previous author notes for this series, so here is the short version. . .I really like George Straight's song She Let Herself Go and I started a series with that title, but the woman in that story is extremely different from this character. So I hope you enjoy Dazzled by December . Her adventures w...
* * * Samantha's eyes snapped open: Green, and large, and oh-so-startled. For a moment, she wasn't sure what had disturbed her. Her curly red hair threatened to hang across her face as she reached for her glasses. Her heart hammered away in her chest. Two beats. On repeat. Thump, thump. Thump, thump. Thankfully, the world came into focus and Sammy's...
I looked at my watch, "Fuck it...nearly six, ...I bet they will be closed!" I parked the car and walked towards the shop. It was raining, it was cold, a typical January Saturday. "Bradley will fucking kill me if I forget my suit!" I smiled to myself. "The man's a dick for getting married anyway!" I walked towards the door, 'Fuck, is it open?' The lights we...