*Disclaimer! This is my first time writing and I had no editor. Constructive comments are always welcome, and I would love to know what you think of the story. ***** Standing at the police station Ash frantically turned on his laptop. It had only been missing a couple of hours, and he was surprised that the police had even found it. Fuck. He quickly saw th...
A Guy Named Jerry I'm sitting on a cushion now, sore from one hard night but I have to write you about it. You are going to love this one! To start, this wasn't the night I had envisioned but it was so damn fun! After I left my two sisters by the train station I was going to meet up with my friend Sue and maybe go to a girl bar. Susan texted 15 minutes be...
An Introduction You may have read some of my other stories published on Literotica. Being naked is something I find arousing and exciting. I realized this as a teenager when I experimented with being nude. After bathing or taking a shower, usually at night, I'd remain naked alone in my room. It was arousing being free from the confining clothes I wore. I wo...
The angel Sarah was held closely to the cavern wall, her naked body chained up helplessly in the air. Her body was weak and fragile; all her angelic powers were stripped from her. She could barely stay conscious, most of the time she was not. She did not expect that the demon Malice would be able to escape, but yet there he was, sitting on his throne made of...
Normally I have no problem sleeping in a moving car, but tonight I'm too keyed up to sleep. Sure, the back seat of the Lincoln is comfortable enough, but I just can't seem to find a position that will allow me to relax. Instead, I futilely twist and squirm, trying to find a position that will relieve some of the tension in my back and neck. It'd been a long...
Meet Phoebe Matias, Professor of Women's Studies and Feminist Theory at Carleton University in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. Born in the City of Calgary, Alberta, and educated at McGill University, Phoebe Matias is a striking Greco-Canadian woman with a good head on her shoulders. Five feet eleven inches tall, curvy but athletic, with dark bronze skin, long d...
What a fantastic view. Five floors up in a swanky hotel, standing on the balcony as the sun sets and the street lights come on below. It's a beautiful summers evening and I am enjoying the warm breeze as it plays with my hair and rustles my dress. Its just a simple little summer dress but I always feel so sexy in it. Maybe its because I know he likes it or m...
The minute I turned eighteen, I was out of there. My birthday consisted of a shitty supermarket cake and a drunken rant from my liquored-up dad. Happy fucking birthday, Sam. But finally I'd done my time, and my birthday turned the page into a new chapter of my life. A chapter full of freedom, when I could break free from my fucked up family and reinvent my...
A Chevy Tahoe, the woman driving on the phone, crawled toward Barr's parking space. He could see her move her hands from the steering wheel to the phone, gesturing to whoever she was talking to, and then put them back on the wheel. Emeli kissed him, her tongue soft on his. He kissed her back, wondering if the woman could see them. The Tahoe was inching close...
Chapter 1 On a sunny Saturday afternoon in June, I wash the dishes in the sink and look at the bright scene outside the window in front of me. At the side of the house, in between the house and the neighbour's brown wooden fence, is the driveway to our detached garage where Rhys is playing basketball with his friend. I know his friend from many previous vis...