He waited. Outside his darkened chamber the sounds of the household subsided. In the hall far below the butler barred the great oak doors with a muffled thud. Stairs creaked as the housekeeper climbed slowly to her dormer, keys clicking faintly. Floorboards sighed as the chambermaids walked wearily to their rooms. He was taut as a strung bow, he thought. T...
Chapter 7 – The Party Ryan stood in front of his hotel and watched her drive away with a wave through the sunroof of the blue Mercedes. He felt relieved to recover with a couple hours out of the sun. A long, cold shower and a short nap would feel good. The fresh, cool, crisp sheets against his naked body soothed him into a sound sleep behind heavy drapes th...
A light hearted tale of assault. As one of my esteemed fellow authors says, this is a RAAC free zone. It does however contain mild BTB scenes. There is no graphic sex. I think I've managed a fairly original motivation and discovery method. I hope you appreciate the effort. ++++++++++++++++++++++++ I sat at the table, intermittently looking at my watch...
This is all fictional and hope you enjoy Characters: Natalie Dormer and Emilia Clarke XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX Natalie woke up to the ringing of her phone and she wonder what time it was and who was calling. "Who the fucking hell is calling at six in the morning." she said to herself as she answered her phone. It was her agent giving her good news that she g...
Author's note: This is my first attempt to write a story with multiple viewpoints. While I welcome your comments on any aspect of my stories, I ask you to comment on my handling of the viewpoint presentation. I thank you in advance for taking time to read my efforts, for the mostly good votes on the taboo submissions and especially for the critical comments...
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know or own Beyonce Knowles or Jennifer Lawrence or any other celebrities. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. * Jennifer Lawrence was ready for her Black Mistress. Well, as ready as she would ever be. Her large collection of sex toys was laid out on the table she had drag next to the be...
This story was written as a collaboration between myself [ Noj ] and Sammycolto. He's a great writer, so please check out his other works here on Literotica, and we hope you enjoy! * * * * * This story is entirely fictional and is in no way connected with the subject. This story contains adult material and is only suitable for people over the age of 18. If...
DISCLAIMER This story is a work of fiction and the characters are either completely fictional or are fictional versions of their real selves. The events depicted are made up and any similarity to real life events is purely coincidental. This story is meant as a work of erotic fiction only and is not to be read by anyone under the age of 18. If you would lik...
Coffee seemed to be the pole around which life revolved then. Take the coffee bar in the hotel beside the railway station, where Jane used to arrive on her commuter train in the morning. I usually got there first, and would grab the window table – our table, it was, for a season – looking out over City Square. Sometimes I would sneak a look at the crossword...
I watch the beautiful young lady across the street walk from her house to her car. She has a bounce to her step and an inviting grin on her face. Her shoulder length brunette hair sways from side to side as she makes her way. As she steps off the curb to walk in front of her car to the driver's side, she sees me watching her from my chair on the front porch...