{Author’s Note: KatLady requested more, more, more of “Daemon & Sunny”. Since she has been patiently camped outside my castle for three months, I have decided to post as much of this tale as I possibly can,t hough it is a WIP, a Work-In-Progress, and thus not complete. In order to post what I do have of the tale, we have to start at the beginning, which does...
She waited. She had been brought here blindfolded with velvet cuffs fastened about her wrists. Her arms had been gently lifted and secured above her head. Soft hands had bathed her and then dried her. A cup was put to her lips and she sipped honeyed wine. Oiled hands had then touched her, rubbing scented oil into her flesh, kneading her muscles, and work...
…The White Dragon arched over her mate as he crossed under her belly. She came down beside him and eyed him as they continued their Eternal curve. Not yet, but soon, she would arch under him as he arched over her, submitting to him again, then again he to her. It was their nature. It was their touching, their making, their doing and undoing, their loosing an...
The following is fact: Anne of Austria, The Infanta -- was a Spanish Princess who was married to King Louis of France in the 17C following a magnificent wedding ceremony. It was an arranged marriage and for reasons of State, most important that the marriage was consummated. If the marriage was not consummated, it could be annulled. The King's mother, Marie...
Author's note: Thank you all for your kind comments on that last chapter! They really do make my day and keep me motivated to keep writing this story. I'll be posting chapters weekly, so be sure to stay tuned :) ##### When I meet up with Galiva and Olbric in the baths that night, they think I'm crazy when I tell them what I've agreed to. "Oof, you're in...
"Mary, your hair is fine! The carriage is at the gate, now please stop stalling," Elizabeth Beauclerk called upstairs for her sister. The house had been buzzing all morning, preparing for the family's long journey west from their home in London to the countryside of Worcestershire. With a quick twist of dark wavy hair she pinned the last curl in place and l...
Thrown together with putty, electric tape and the finest stolen furniture, swing clubs dot the landscape. Hidden like camouflaged hunters in the dense underbrush, venues of questionable morality — whether they be churches, or sex sheds — are ubiquitous. Rifle through the glossy, substantial pages of your local adult rag, and you're bound to uncover advertis...
January 21, It’s cold as hell outside. I should be working the books or helping to prepare the club for tonight, but that’s what I hire a staff for, right? At this moment, I got an urge to write stuff down and until the moment passes, I’m going to follow inspiration. My name is Julian Brackens II (not junior!). I’m 28 years old and the primary co-owner of...
This editorial originally appeared under my real name in the newspapers I edit. The late historian William Manchester wasn't in the same class as David McCullough or others, but once in a while he would come up with some particularly good information. One example came in his never-finished biography of Winston Churchill, some years before he was thrust int...
Literotica writers often set themselves the challenge of writing something in every category. Since it's that time of year to set goals then fail spectacularly at meeting them, this is my one-shot at doing just that. Hopefully there's something here for everyone; but please, if a category isn't your kink, just pass over it before your sensibilities get offe...