Dr. Sybil Tobita head of neurology studies San Francisco Research Foundation. Present day. Dr. Sybil Tobita, Forty two years old from a staunch conservative Japanese family from out east, lay on a sofa at the five star Braddock Hotel in San Francisco staring at the ceiling. All she had on were panties as young Norma (also down to panties by the way) kis...
This is the concluding part of my LW debut. I hope you enjoy it. Votes, comments and private feedback are most welcome for this effort. A shout out to my excellent editor, Bramblethorn, for all her efforts. "No matter how much suffering you went through, you never wanted to let go of those memories." ― Haruki Murakami * * The next few weeks were sobering...
Dear Readers, What happens after the council meeting? This next chapter starts that telling. Enjoy, KemMyst ********************* Crisis Alana was taking another turn with her mother while Ethan was at the council meeting. Emily and Lorna walked in for a visit. Lorna's nose went up and she sniffed deeply, once, twice. Emily turned to her. "Sweetheart....
Ethan Connor walked down Third Avenue, enjoying the late summer night. The dark-haired eighteen-year-old had finished his shift at the Woodrow Avenue Market well over an hour before but was in no hurry to rush home. He was sure the minute he walked through the door he and his father would just pick up their argument right where they left it off this afternoo...
Honolulu: Present day On the outer edge of Honolulu, in a suburb called Kaimuki, nestled at the base of the Diamond head Crater, on the island of Oahu, Ethan Grant sat on a wicker sofa in the sun room of his cousin Ashley's home. In his right hand, he spun an external drive from finger to finger. On the drive was a video recording a weekend of unbridled pas...
Ethan's parents raised him to always treat others with respect. He took those lessons seriously, especially when it came to women. So he was in a bit of a dilemma when Megan starting screaming, "Fuck me like a whore. Make me your whore!" It was pretty clear Megan was enjoying herself. Her face was becoming more flush as her body heated up. Her made-to-order...
Notes from the author: The character Jenna Goldsmith was mistakenly called Jenna Goldberg in parts 4 and 5. Sorry for the confusion. A reader asked me if Katrina House was a real singer. She is not. I made her up. All my characters are fictional creations. Any resemblance to real people is purely coincidental blah blah blah you know the rest. I was informed...
I opted to revisit my first stories on Literotica. I wrote this story sitting alone in a hotel room. I decided to fix it up and finish the tale. - ETHAN WAS GETTING exhausted of the life of living in a hotel. He was away on business and had left his wife and kids back home. He was now on day fourteen and still had two weeks to go before he would return hom...
"I want you to write me a stroker." WHAT? "And then read it to me." "What?" I said and blinked rapidly. "What, what?" I'd never heard the term stroker, but I immediately knew what he meant, sort of. I'm pretty sure my mouth was hanging open. Jordan and I were sitting in The Greasy Spoon diner. He was the only one who knew I wrote erotica. He hadn't read...
***I did my own editing on this one, so I apologize for anything I missed.*** Almost instinctively, Ethan called his hammer and spear to his hands. Alana made a beeline for the storage compartment where she'd stashed her bow and arrows. Anthiel drew her sword and a roll of leather. He felt the tingle of magic being used, then the roll of leather unrolled i...