Ayumi owed Caroline a great deal. Before the Escape, Caroline had been one of the scientists working for the irredeemably evil Madame Arch-Designer (M.A.D). M.A.D's rule over the facility where Ayumi had been born turned out to be so totalitarian that the workers there were as much prisoners as the Biomechanicals. Many soon found her tyrannical rule over t...
Note to the Reader: This is a romantic short story about plus sized woman and the man who thinks she is beautiful. It’s the first non-erotic story I’ve posted, and the first story I’ve posted in a long time. I hope you enjoy it. Please send feedback. ______________________ "Hi Beautiful," Bill said, watching Caroline's shapely calves climb the steps o...
Authors note There seem to be a lot of Wild West stories floating around ... this one is a romantic fantasy, with an oddly singular and tongue in cheek look to a version of the Wild West. Enjoy. ***** Chapter 1 Caroline Bagshaw rested her head on the leather-covered steering wheel and wept. Her dream life, apparently so perfect two years previously, with...
Author's note: My uncle Ron died recently. While sifting through his files, I found journal folders marked MY STORY, writings about his life. I have edited these accounts and will post them when I can. These stories include bisexuality, incest, interracial and mature and group sex, etc. All sexual activity depicted here involves persons at least 18 years old...
Chapter One: Thursday Evening The week had started badly; the girlfriend moaning due to the fact I would be away in my lorry driving all week. She had a hen weekend planned for the following Saturday and Sunday so no sex for her for over a week. I should explain Jenny my 20-year-old girlfriend of almost two years was the most gorgeous girl I'd ever been in...
Wallingham Manor 1905 Caroline entered the room. "What is all the commotion?" Jack showed her the newspaper. "Isn't wonderful? Katherine is back here in England. I can see her again." A frown crossed her face and she shook her head. "Jack, she is still a Baroness and most important, she is still married. How is going to see her again so wonderful?" "Don'...
Alan Bryant emerged from the cabin of his boat to see Joseph, the local lad who he employed part -time, turning his charm on another teenage tourist. Alan smiled to himself, while restraining a twinge of envy; Joseph was thirty-five years his junior, but that wasn't the only reason why the kid was so good at getting into the skimpy bikinis of young female ho...
Chapter 3 "Maybe I should slap that ass for Topping from the bottom," I teased Angelica, who promptly pushed her butt right against my hand. "And that's supposed to discourage me? Go ahead and slap that booty! I love my ass and so do you, it seems! Come on ... it's yours now, remember? Do with it as you will! Punish me for Topping from the bottom and threa...
If you are reading DanielQSteele1's stories, and since you are interested in this essay, you ARE, then know that there are no happy endings in his stories. Not in the way the average reader will recognize. I have read all of his stories on Literotica so far (and am following When We Were Married, the on-going story), and there is one characteristic, one defi...
Author's Note: This story is one of a series I've been working on. The premise is that there exists a private club, known as the "Villa di Dolore", dedicated to assisting its members in playing out their kinky fantasies. Each of the stories follows a member or members through a scene. A number of the stories have been posted elsewhere under my other pen name...