Lady Hampton-Lessing returns home early from the Hunt Ball. Climbing the staircase to her bedroom, she notices Grice, her Butler, on the landing. She enters her bedroom and shouts a summons to Grice to come to her immediately. "Grice", she says "I want you to take off my gown". The Butler, deftly removes her ladyships gown. "Grice, now I want you to remove...
The loud music and jostling sweaty crowd did not affect the man at the bar. He sat quietly sipping his dark beer. Although I could see that patrons would occasionally brush by him in their effort to reach for whatever alcoholic concoction they'd order, he seemed to have an invisible bubble surrounding him. He was in this club, existing physically in my reali...
Thorvik Kabot, Succubus-Slayer in "The Golden Webs Of The Spider-Goddess" * With one kick from his powerful leg, Thorvik kicked in the door to the secret church of the Spider-Goddess, Kalindraa and, with a sweeping backhand, immediately dispatched of two of the female Spider-Acolytes standing guard. Illuminated by torchlight, Thorvik Kabot's strong Nordic...
He lay on the concrete. His hands clasped behind his head and he curled into a ball to protect all of the most vital parts of his anatomy. He was bleeding, bruised, in pain and vaguely wondering if there were any internal injuries. 'And for what? A belief?' A belief that had gotten him shunned by his peers, kicked out of his home, 'out of my family really',...
Posted on literotica.com with permission of author: Nanna Marker; literotica ID ellynei. * Kokata usually liked winter, especially when there was snow. Cold had never harmed him. One night, years earlier, he had crawled up high and laid himself in the snow on the treetops. Kokata had expected the pale man to eventually come. He hadn't. Instead the world h...
This story isn't too extreme but it has so many elements of different tastes it could only be placed in the Fetish category..... **************** I woke somewhat aroused. It was your email from the previous evening which had me captivated. You told me of a fantasy and how you wished me to make it true. In typical morning fashion I needed to use the bathr...
She is sitting in her study writing erotic fiction. It is a sultry simmer afternoon and the heavy breeze laps gently through her open window. She writes about a woman climbing through the bush on a hot summer day, pushing through the prickly scrub, cocooned in the still, shimmering, and hazy air. She describes how the sun is blue with eucalyptus oil. As she...
The house was quiet. The sun shone through the curtains dappling the floor and walls. Spring had finally arrived and she was glad for it. She felt as though she had been cocooned in the house and now coming to life anew. Sounds outside her bedroom window enlivened her. The birds, the breezes, people working outside, all of her senses heightened. He even open...
Tonight he would be hers. He'd been looking at her for weeks. His gaze roving over her body, leaving a trail of heat in its wake. Those dark blue eyes resting on her tempting lips - glittering with want - but he still hadn't done anything about it. Each night she'd gone home to her vibrator: wet, ready and frustrated. She'd had enough; she wanted the real...
It has taken us almost an hour to reach, trudging through the snow that lies thick on the hard packed earth and catching snowflakes on our tongues from the occasional snow shower along the way. It's been fun. The sky is leaden and it is hard to see where land meets sky, we are cocooned in gradation from white to steel grey. But it's not been too cold, we've...