They say the imagination is the most vital erogenous zone of them all... It's late. The hour she loves most. It seems that now, Paris – with its night-veiled boulevards, is most perfectly itself. Reminding her of a sensual woman wrapped in dark cloaks, dreaming dreams of illicit lovers, the odour of bodies, the paleness of flesh, the pulse of breath, laught...
The phone rang and he knew instantly that it was Her. He had been expecting the call all morning with a mixture of excitement, fear and desire. He picked up the phone and before he could say anything a soft voice on the other end said, "Do not say anything except yes, ma'am or no, ma'am. Do you understand, boy?" His mouth was suddenly dry and his heart bega...
Author's Note: The following is Part 4 of a sequel to "The Dice Game" (https://www.literotica.com/s/the-dice-game-2). It is also a work of fiction intended for novelty purposes only. It contains graphic scenes which may not depict fully safe or wise BDSM practices, and should be enjoyed purely as fantasy. Part Four: Under a Violet Gun As Laura writhed on...
Chapter 2 Coming around? I awoke to see Ms. Kindle sitting at the kitchen table, eating a cold slice of pizza and drinking water from one of the bottles I'd picked up the night before. Needing to take a leak, I put my sneakers on, and walked out to the rear of the barn where I emptied my bladder. When I got back inside, I found that my sleeping bag had bee...
As told to WildaRaven Leroy Wheeler was fifty-one years of age when he accepted a position as Supervisor of Maintenance at the Wood Hall apartments. Two hundred and twenty apartments sprawling across fourteen acres of beautiful rolling hills well shaded with Oak trees. It really is a beautiful place to live. However the place was getting a few years on it a...
The beginning of the next hunt The early evening sky was covered in those wonderful red, purple and mauve colours that go together to make a spectacular sunset. It is said that a sunset is for dreamers and a sunrise for go-getters, but if you are a vampire that should surely be reversed? Anyway he felt he was go getting. He had stood watching over the train...
The day had been pretty boring at college. I couldn't wait till I got home. I knew today would be the day. Both parents would be gone, and I just received my package in the mail. As if it weren't great enough, tonight was the first night of spring break. My parents wouldn't be gone for only one night, but they were taking a vacation and leaving me home alone...
This is my first submission – I hope you like it! I wrote this for a gorgeous Indian pre-med student I met on Tinder and struck up an incredibly sexy correspondence with. Our names have been changed, but other than that this is the story I sent her. We're meeting up in a week, and plan on making some of this happen – if this gets feedback I'll write a story...
5. Between the Stars: If her stories and the previous reverend mother are anything to go by, those who witness and/or converse with the lilitu lose their minds. If so then does that mean I have lost mine too? Certainly my body is changing, but what of my mind, that part of one's brain that makes me, well, me? I paused as I was making my way back to the con...
It was a quiet place, on the edge of the college campus, in an old building that had seen better days, with slightly slanted floors and an inevitable draft that seemed to disappear only on the hottest of summer days. It had been a speakeasy during Prohibition and the first owner made the not-so-successful transition to neighborhood bar, but through the years...