Mia Rodriguez walked down the dark streets in her red high heels, black see through fish net stockings, and velvety red dress. For the first jon who catches her on the street, he was fortunate enough to taste and experience her clean, sweetie, goodness. After that first jon, the others didn't get a chance. Still ignorance was bliss and the men were so horny...
Cheyenne Sat quietly in the window as the snow glistened the ground remembering the day this all started........ The year is 1972 Cheyenne and Hank Thompson pulled their car up in front of what appeared to be a normal looking house set in a quiet neighborhood, they were not prepared for what was waiting for them on the other side of the door. An elderly lad...
It was good to be in space again. The past few days had been busy, but also quite productive. Por had reduced he strength of his concoction (simply by diluting it, I suspected, although I didn't ask) so that it would serve its purpose without turning Anne into a gang rape waiting to happen. He had also given me a potent libido suppressant to make sure I cou...
The Sweetest Darkness Kristie Kane was working late again. She'd her head down over her desk with a frown putting lines on that pretty face of hers. It wasn't a frown of unhappiness she wore however, but instead one of deep concentration. She was getting her "work on" and she meant business! This was her daily hunt and she reveled in the thrill of the chase...
"Elena, over here!" echoed the voice of the expedition leader, eerily muted and bodiless in the morning fog. I stumbled and cursed as I tried to climb the muddy berm. The newly sprouted foliage had not yet had the time to cover the exposed earth, making the terrain treacherous. My university-provided boots were clearly substandard for this type of work. I c...
Author's Notes: 'Satyr Play 2' is a continuation of my surprisingly well-received first attempt to dabble in the realm of magic. Obviously, I learned nothing from the first as, in this story, I continue to ride roughshod over preconceived notions and the 'established guidelines' of the genre. Mea Culpa. Minimal effort is made in this tale to explain the ba...
CHAPTER 1 - AWAKENING Blayne jerked and woke up. His breath curled in the brisk air above him and he looked around the cold, dank cell. Chains jingled on his wrists as he sat up. A hard wooden bench creaked beneath him. Three of the walls were blank stone and the wall in front of him was comprised of thick, heavy bars. He stood up stepped forward, the chain...
Author's Notes: As usual, thanks to my lady love and a whole adventuring party's worth of beta readers, including ReGats, John988 and ChloeTzang. Your critique and inspiration not only made me rewrite this thing in its entirety but caused me to improve in the process. Thank you very much for that. A special 'thank you' goes to my incredible editor bikouku...
Fictional tale of a man who once had a 'perfect' love and a 'perfect' band. After betrayal from both, he decides to summon the devil while in a stupidly drunken state. He gets an unexpected turn for the better both in career and in love. *** Prologue "Babe please, can't we please talk about this?!" "Sorry, but I just can't see myself being with you anymo...
Author's Notes: 'Drive' is my story for Literotica's Highway Song story event. This is another first for me. Dipping my toe into the Loving Wives category... and hoping not to pull back a stump! Truthfully, considering how volatile this category is (and some of its readers are), I have NO expectations. It sinks, or it swims, whatever. DAMN the TORPEDOS!...