Her ears popped as she stepped from the revolving doors and into the lobby of US Financial Plaza. Though it was probably just the adjustment of leaving behind the vacuum-sealed pocket of air in the doors themselves, Sarah Jane Scott could be forgiven for believing it to be something more symbolic and profound. The din of the world outside faded away. It wa...
Note from the Author: Hi everyone! It has taken me a long time to imagine and write this story; in fact, I find it more and more difficult to find a fresh take on the corny love stories I so obviously crave. In any case, I began weaving this tale during a James Bond soundtrack phase on my IPod, this winter. As always, I hope you have a pleasant and exciting...
My mind explodes with another body-shaking orgasm. The constant deep, slow thrusts of his cock slamming into my stretched, wet pussy and the feeling of fullness I have never thought possible is almost too much. My hands are on his chest, my fingers digging into his hard pecks as I throw my head back in ecstasy—my red hair matted with sweat flinging droplets...
Foreword. This story has been brewing in my mind for a very long time, and I finally decided to go ahead, and actually write it. After some deliberation, I also decided to post it on this site. I've been a long time reader of Literotica, and found many very enjoyable stories. Fulfilling stories, satisfying st... Ok, you get the point. Now, it is entirely p...
~New Mexico, 1870's~ Chapter 1: A Stranger Rides In A dead Indian hung from the limb of a cottonwood over a dry creek bed. There was a flurry of large wings as a rider slowly approached, and reddish-colored hawks lifted their engorged bodies sluggishly into the air with a chorus of kreeing sounds and began to circle leisurely overhead. John Green clicked...
They call them Istanza. The word is derived from a long-forgotten language, a language whose origins are lost in the depths of time. None are left who speak the language in its entirety, but there are a select few who understand the handful of words that are still used. * * * 1: Finding Silra Leeann watched the ceremony with a keen awareness of her own gr...
This is my contribution to the "WINTER HOLIDAYS STORY CONTEST 2016" It is submitted to the section 'Interracial Love' and that's exactly what it is about: love, crossing boundaries. All names, characters, situations and incidents portrayed in this story are fictitious. No identification with actual persons is intended or should be inferred. Copyright blab...
Chapter 1 - A whole new world I'm about to get in. This is what I've always dreamed for: a real life slave environment where female domination is the one and only rule and where all men are born inferior and enslaved. A world in which women have full control and power over the slaves' lives and are treated as a Queens, Goddess, Mistress. Here, at Other Wo...
This story is LONG – I know that already. I thought about splitting it up into two sections, but it really wasn't written that way, and I couldn't find a very good place for the split. So I submitted it as one story. If you don't like long stories, please don't read it. This story has some sex, but not very much. Rather, it is heavy in romance, even though...
Authors Note This story was written for the National Novel Writing Month 2011 in November of that year and was completed on November 29th 2011, although the editing took a little longer, hence the slight delay from finishing to publishing the book. The setting for this story is a small town in the Midlands and is expressly designed to be around seventy sho...