Hannah didn't pay much attention to the man trying to be subtle about his hand working up her thigh. She was focused on the sky where she watched Ving weave her racer through checkpoints and around her competition. Now that Ving had gotten back into racing, it was like a whole side of her came to life. Hannah was annoyed the man was taking so long and pull...
In an ideal world Steve would have instantly whipped out the handgun and blown Kaltek into next week with a witty one liner. Apparently in lizard-kin society a duel starts the second the challenge is uttered and accepted by the one being challenged, so such a series of events could have indeed have transpired in an ideal world. Steve did not live in an ideal...
The next morning I was awakened by what to me had become a strange sound: the ringing of the telephone. As I went to answer it I realized with a start to what extent Paul and I had isolated ourselves from the world around us. We had, in effect, completely cut ourselves off from friends and social life, at first out of happiness with the self-sustaining conte...
Note: This story contains themes of nonconsent, mind control, and degradation. It also gets a bit dark. ***** Snatch walked in locked step with the mermaid's gyrations, following her as she led him deeper and deeper into what he knew was only darkness. He never missed a step. Had he been somewhat more aware of his surroundings, this might perhaps had confu...
As she reclined her seat back, the night air blew cold over her baked-to-golden-brown skin. Long brown ringlets were neatly pinned up into a flowing ponytail and a smile crowned the picture of happiness she created. It radiated from her like the rays of the sun did earlier that afternoon. That was when he had told her about his plans for a weekend getaway fo...
Of me watching me fuck myself in a mirror You may wonder just what it is that I get from this rather lonely and some might say somewhat pathetic composing of erotic stories. Some would also query the sanity of a respectable, well within the society I mix, married mother of forty something, ok forty five, nearly, submitting them to Literotica. Many might con...
Author's note: All characters and companies mentioned in this story have no existence outside the imagination of the author, unless they are in the public forum, and have no relation whatsoever to anyone or anything bearing the same name or names. Events portrayed in this story are pure invention, outside of historical events, and have not been based on any...
Peter's first reaction was disbelief. He spoke again, "Laurie?" Laurie had her back to the ocean; a stiff cold land breeze was in her face. More wind than breeze; it smacked her in the face, it swept her breath away, through a hacking cough she rasped, "Peter?" Peter sort of recognized the voice. It sounded a lot like Laurie's; only it was caught up in som...
Summer 2009 “Shut your fucking cock-hole, bitch,” laughed Nikki as she sprayed vinegar over the hot tray of cutlery, and picked up a soup spoon. Christine’s hands froze in the middle of polishing a handful of forks with a napkin, as her eyes went wide with shock and amusement. She looked around the kitchen, scandalized. It was the universal teenage girl cod...
Thanksgiving around Pismo Beach has always been a quiet time. There are not a lot of activities other than the local dinners put on by charitable organizations and the annual South County Turkey Trot that takes place at the pier, now in its eighth year. I'm reminds of last year's Thanksgiving when I spent the weekend with my lady friend, Karen, up in Santa C...