Even with the threat of Covid over everyones life, Pete was still getting on with things whilst he could. It was possible that any day, more restrictions might be placed on the country. They'd already closed the borders, no one knew what would happen next. He had to make the most of the time he had, and he was determined to, today was going to be an amazing...
Chapter Fifty-Three LEVERIA "Wake up, sleepy-head," a musical voice giggled. I opened my crusted-over eyes to see the blurry image of a bronze figure standing over me. This hybrid was fully-female, and her flesh was tattooed with scripture and chains that wrapped her like inked bondage. The parts of her that were clothed, were clothed in leather straps th...
By EgmontGrigor2020 Southern Alps Pre-Adventure Training Camp for Imminent Travellers - 01 A pre-travel training camp for adventure seekers (fiction) was established by a recently retired Army captain nine years ago in the foothills of New Zealand's 500-metre long (310 miles) Southern Alps, that form the mountainous backbone of the South Island. Six camp...
"Good morning, Henrietta." Lori walked briskly past her receptionist on the way to her office. She was normally not late, but today there was an accident that clogged up most of her commute. She was in a hurry to get prepped for a busy day of patients. She set her things down on her desk and went into her private bathroom to wash her hands. She looked up i...
Southern wife's interracial adventures This story is a rewritten version of one I posted here at Literotica in 2003 writing as Raven 222. I hope readers will find this reworking, with its enhanced detail and dialogue, to be an improvement. As with my other Blondie adventures, this account is taken from an actual event that occurred much as depicted, my wife...
WARNING: This story involves scenes of oral sex, domination, mind control and anal. If that is not what you are looking for don't read on. The sexual acts depicted in the story are committed by adults over eighteen years old. My name is actually Drust but I let the women I seduce call me Drew when it serves my purpose. Drust is an ancient Celtic and Pictis...
This chapter connects in with a chapter of Georgia Plays The Game. I know many readers have not read that earlier story - if you have then I hope it is long enough ago for this re-write to still be entertaining. The next chapter will be submitted next week and will be all new material. On The Drive North Dee looked at her fingers as they rested on the s...
Author's note: All sexual activity in this story is between consenting adults over the age of 18. This story is dedicated to all single moms out there; you're no unsexy matron. Motherhood kicks you up to another level of sexy. ++++++++++++++ My divorce became official yesterday, so as of today my ex-wife Beverly is in the history books. After one year, si...
Many thanks to those who offered comments and constructive criticism on my previous stories. For those who want to say this or that would never happen, remember, this is fiction, which means it's not real. Also keep in mind this is my universe, a place where nearly anything can, and often does, happen. At least on paper... To understand the full context of...
Prologue 1969 A Funeral Anjelica Harris narrates I was late. I had flown in direct from Washington DC, leaving at first light and landed in Conrad, MT, mid morning. I called a cab which got me to the church, which was completely packed, standing room only, every single seat taken. That was only to be expected, of course, Joe Harris was always the most po...