I swept my hand through my hair, yawning as I flopped on my bed. It was my last night of vacation, and I was burnt out. I had spent the day on the beach with my friends Shawna and Nolie. I'd spent a lot of my time running around with Clarke, to the point that I'd even forgotten that they were here with me once or twice. Shawna was one of my very best friend...
Disclaimer: I do not own The 100. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. Author's note: This story takes place after Season 3 of The 100, but deviates from canon after that. ***** Lexa never thought she would marry, and yet she had. Although not to one amazing woman, but three. Her warrior Octavia, her mechanic Raven, and her favourite...
Copyright © 2018 - This is an original work by Zeb Carter and is protected under copyright by U.S. copyright law. It is only submitted at Literotica.Com and any submission to any other site has not been authorized by the Author. Author's Note: This story contains wife sharing and husband sharing. It also contains woman on woman sex. It also contains group s...
I am laying on a bed made of only wood and blankets. He is leaning over me, his hands wrapped around my long throat. I struggle, protest. There is no yielding in his hands. They are pressed against my airway and I struggle for air. I am in a professional touring company of Othello, by Shakespeare, playing Desdemona to my costar's Othello. I have spoken to t...
I stood in front of the mirror in my room, flipping through the bathing suits I had brought. Nothing looked good enough, not even the barely there golden brown bikini that I had brought at the last minute back home, but when it came down to it, the golden brown one was what I was going to wear. I laid the suit on my bed behind me; along with the short billo...
Disclaimer: I do not own The 100. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. ***** Octavia Blake whimpered in pleasure, partly because she still had her wife Clarke Griffin's tongue deep inside her ass, but also partly because her other wives had arrived. The joy of seeing them was momentarily replaced by embarrassment, her cheeks flushing as...
"It's so weird to be here when it's not Friday. It's like a different restaurant." Here happened to be a hole in the wall diner that many insisted was the best place around for waffles. That it was also the only place open at 3 a.m. on a Tuesday night did not presently leave room for argument. Shaiana glanced around, used to coming here after a night of dan...
"And God said: 'DELETE lines One to Aleph. LOAD. RUN,'" were the words Arthur C. Clarke used to begin his thirty-one word short story about the end of the Universe. Beyond my initial surprise that God was using voice recognition software instead of running a mouse over some heavenly mousepad, I had to be impressed as one of the most highly rated Science Fict...
Spoiler Alert: This story defines gentle femdom as 'female domination without the elements of pain, punishment, or humiliation.' It is recommended that the reader make sure this is what they are in the mood for before proceeding. The sound made by dozens of metal legged chairs sliding across a hardwood floor is a signature of academia. Sure it can be found...
Author's note: This quasi-historical fiction includes ambition, buggery and thuggery, scarification, and betrayal. All sex involves humans aged 18+. For readers' convenience, non-Anglish language speech and signals are presented in loose Anglish translation. ** THE GIRL It was unintentional. Quintilla had not set out to become a villainous queen. It just s...