No sex. Just a light hearted short story about cupid. Thanks to 'Techsan' for his editing prowess. * I knocked on the doors of one of the nicest castles in the world. It was answered by a beautiful lady but what else would you expect when knocking on the castle door of Venus, the goddess of love. I was there to inform her of some not so good news. I asked...
"Order, Order, Order," the Judge yelled in the crowded courtroom. Within several seconds a faint resemblance of order began to reappear. The courtroom was full: twelve jurors, a half-a-dozen witness's, reporters, ordinary people, and a few of the Cupi, who could only be best described as Cupid's cousins. Amazingly Cupid was still sitting silently at his assi...
"I really hate that old fart," whispered Prancer. "Yeah. I know what you mean. Every year that bastard lays on his ass getting fatter, then expects us to lug is sorry butt all over creation so he can look like a big deal once a year. The rest of the year he don't do shit," replied Blitzen. "And he has us dragging his fat ass around in the middle of winter...
This chapter was a rushed job but I hope it satisfies. I have plans for this series. ***** "Listen you little whore. I am not asking you for a favor. I am telling you to do this." Jordan hissed into his magical phone. He was not happy about working with this arrow slinging asshole but for Mary it was a sacrifice willingly made. "Hey just because you and...
PART TWO - CAMBRIDGE - 4 - "Velazquez was a very smart painter and his paintings are full of complex symbolism that critics still argue about today," Professor Cavendish explained, "In particular, there are quite a few aspects of the Rokeby Venus that scholars struggle to interpret. As you know, the mirror is the symbol of Venus and she is often painted wi...
Italics are in use for word emphasis and song titles. Three spaced dots . . . indicate the character's hesitation, reluctance, or a brain fart and can't think of the words. Three spaced dots at the end of a sentence indicates an unfinished or interrupted sentence. This is my first submission to Literotica. The seed of inspiration for this story came to me a...
Cupid 1769 did not look very much like the model cupid right now as she stood in front of the General's office. She had just returned from her latest mission and her appearance was the most disheveled that any cupid had ever looked. Her knees were caked in the sticky mud where she had knelt with the broken and twisted body of her best friend and wing man, cu...
Most people think of Cupid as a little winged baby, flying around making people fall in love. How wrong they are though. Cupid is a little winged boy who flies around, naked not in a diaper, but he doesn't just use his arrows to make people fall in love. His arrows have the ability to cause lust as well as love. In addition he is a very mischievous little bo...
Cupid opened his eyes, glad that the vortex had dissipated. He found himself hovering just below the ceiling in a spacious bedroom that was cozily lit with soft, dimmed amber light. The large waterbed that dominated the room was covered in dark satin sheets that accentuated the sleeping woman who lay uncovered upon them. He knew her. Rebecca was her name. Hi...
Thanks again to TRCIII for all of his help. He really made me think long and hard on this piece. I hope you find his dedication to making me a better writer, pleasurable. Please take the time to read and vote. * Valentine's Day, Cupid's Christmas. The one day a year, where 'love at first sight' is at Cupid's discretion. Cupid was pacing back and forth in h...