This is a crime thriller with some romantic sex, and a smidgeon of violent non consensual sex and interesting by-play between various characters whom I hope you'll enjoy. Definition of a Sociopath -- someone unconcerned about the adverse consequences for others of one's actions and with a total lack of moral compass. * Archie the contract killer wandered...
She stalked all the way from the health center to Simon's room. She burst in without knocking and screamed at him: "Do you know what you did to me?!" Simon was stunned for a moment and couldn't talk, then he regained his voice. "I certainly didn't get you pregnant if that's the problem," he said, trying to keep a bit of wit about him. "No!" she yelled and...
Part two of Push. I told you not to thank me until it's over. And this—this is far from over. Love is an inherently deranging effect. By it's very nature, when love comes into the heart of a person it causes them to act "differently." To act in an irregular fashion. This framework will eventually become the new normal. The person, the deranged individual,...
She smiled to herself, shaking her head. She hadn't been able to resist that last comment as she left the clearing, though she really hadn't meant to tease the poor man more. Something about this foolhardy captive seemed to prompt her to it irresistibly. Now, as she threaded the trees carefully on her way back to the road, she began to muse on the encounter....
She sighed as the last of the tremors shook her body. She was lying naked across the hotel bed, sweaty and disheveled, and he was on his knees at the side of the bed. Her legs were spread wide, hanging over the edge, one propped up on his shoulder as he nuzzled her inner thigh and smiled up her body, marveling that he had finally found his way to her. He kne...
It's easy and it's fun! "Easy! Well, kind of, not really, not at all. But, it's fun! Well, kind of, not really, not at all." This being my second year competing in Literotica's year long Survivor Contest, I have learned a few things about the Survivor's Contest necessary to win or, at the very least, place in the money. I like the Survivor Contest for two...
I woke up to gentle kisses on my neck. I turned my head to look at the person that was kissing me, but it was too dark (or maybe I was too hung over) to make out anything more than a silhouette. I closed my eyes and laid my head back down, deciding just to enjoy it, as I thought about the fun I had the night before... It was our 17th month anniversary, and s...
I loved sitting in Father Richard's big church office. I could feel the sexual tension the moment I stepped through the threshold. I took my usual seat in one of the big wing-back chairs that faced his massive oak desk. He was sitting at his desk reading, his glasses perched practically at the end of his noise, he was intense, studying carefully what was bef...
I am not very excellent lover or too popular among girls, but I do have something. I was 21 when I bought myself a sports car with my own money; I have been to army, traveled in 15 countries and I know what it is like to hear a grenade whistling its way to the closest building. Since I have dated only one woman I have spent a lot of time masturbating. Now I...
They called her the new super heroine, and named her the Jaguar. And she lapped it up like a cat with the cream. She played it as mysterious super heroine for all she was worth, mask, fancy costume, secret identity, etc. etc. Me, I'm just an ordinary Joe, a chemist by trade. Normally I just ignore the super bunch. They tend to be arrogant, full of what mar...