"The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it." Oscar Wilde I. The setting, the shadow world of Perilous Gard. Medieval in tone, velvet tapestries of mythological beasts and of beautiful men and women under their dominion adorn the fortified stone walls. Grotesque gargoyles gaze sightlessly at the revelers, certain in their power to terrify....
Written by: Zelix (My original penname, but Literotica already has an author by that name.) A/N: Alright, here is the second chapter for those who found the first one interesting and are curious to read more :) Before proceeding I will mention one thing; these chapters may leave you with many questions but there is no need to worry, as the story progresses...
NOTE: Author's Notes: Hello everyone! To those of you returning to this story and thinking "What the hell happened?", don't worry. Long story short, I was unhappy with the way that my newest story was going, because I was limited by the standards that I had already set in my previous stories. This new version features many plot changes, with some new parts a...
My Mistress loves to be a tease. She knows I have a strong foot fetish and She uses that to Her advantage quite often in our day-to-day life. She doesn't wear fetish gear, but She does wear things I like such as leggings to show off her ankles and moccasins that give me a glimpse of the top of Her foot while hiding the pedicure She always has from me. So whe...
Note: Ctrl+F ~s~ to skip right to the action * Meet Cuthbert. Niles Cuthbert, marksman and professional letdown. He let down his family when he ran away at age 12 to join the Fighter's Guild, and he let them down when puberty showed that he would never amount to a frontline mercenary. He was too lanky, too uncoordinated with the sword, and had no mind to e...
(As a number of astute readers have pointed out, the names of my characters in the original version of this story got mixed up. This version corrects that.) The party was getting boring and I was getting tired. It was almost 11:00 p.m. I started to move toward the door when I noticed, for the first time, a lady dressed in an inviting black skirt and sheer w...
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I always found it odd how much of our destiny could rest upon a single sentence. "Would you like to free your wife from hell, Matthias?" I snapped my head up and reined in my horse hard, almost making the animal rear. My narrowed eyes searched the shadowy forest around me for the source of the voice, but met only grayish trees and twisted underbrush. "How...
At 37 years of age Linda was not overly pleased with her sex life. Having had a few semi-serious relationships in her life none of them had ever lasted. She was not sure why, they just hadn't. The outside observer could have guessed it had something to do with her fetish for latex and BDSM but the recent relationships had been with men very much into that sc...
(This story picks up with characters from "The Vicar of St. Dunstan's" series: the Series Guide will help you keep some of the characters straight. Mother Mary Rufus (now called "La Rossa") and Sister Mary Francis Xavier have been living in Rome for two years after MMR became the international head of her order, and have adjusted well to living at the heart...