May 22nd - Friday / Evening "Ladies first," Luna offered, volunteering to go second after the pixie girl. Barely clearing the fragile five-foot mark, the wisp of a young woman took a timid step up to the microphone on stage. Her hair was dyed such that it captured the essence of a perfect autumn day; amber, auburn, and burnt rose fading into a bright aprico...
Author's Note: This story contains elements that may be disturbing to some readers. If you would prefer not to read these elements, I've put a trigger warning (line of +++++) before and after each of those scenes so you can skip if you wish. The scenes are included only to provide background and motivation of the characters involved. The story takes place b...
**No demons or werewolves here. This is just a straight-ahead romance. Ok, it's a little odd since I wrote it. O_o I may use this as a platform for other relationships among the people around the ones here, I don't know yet. I'd been planning to post a different story, but realized that this one has to precede it, so I may as well get this one said. I plant...
-The Full Moon Retreat- Episode: The First Search and Rescue Mission To the reader: I have been a reader of Literotica for many years, but this is my first submission. I have chosen a genre and story line that may spawn further episodes for The Full Moon Retreat. This episode takes place, mostly in the wilderness and the sexual content is rather soft. I d...
"Jack," she called from the kitchen of their small house, "Jack, you need to take the cow to the market." "No!" Jack protested. Milky white was his friend, his only friend. He didn't want to lose her like he lost the chickens and the goat. "Why do we have to sell her too?" "Jack, she doesn't give milk, she is no use to us." "But mum, we don't need to sell...
7. A Weekend of Flowers & Rainbows A flower show is held in Philly every spring, & one Friday evening in the spring following my trip to Santa Fe, I drove across the river to attend the show. I saw flowers big & small, short & tall, from geraniums to sunflowers. As I walked, I was sometimes so focused on the flowers that I was oblivious to other attendees;...
Leading two lives is not always easy. On the surface I am your typical young soccer mom. Shuffling my kids to school, practice, games and home again. My husband Steve is the youngest V.P. his consulting firm has ever seen. Even in today sluggish economy I want for nothing. I have the means to buy $1000 dresses without so much as batting an eyelash and I hav...
Peach is my wife. At the time of this writing we have been married nearly ten years and Peach is almost 35. A blue-eyed blonde, Peach is about five foot four or five inches and around 115 pounds. As she would put it, she is large C cup or small D cup. Peach and I have in the last four or five years begun to expand our sexual horizons. We have a long-term th...
By Aleq de Satyr Prologue My name is Octavia, Tavia for short. I am a 47 year old non-conformist Social Scientist. I was on my way home to Denver, Colorado, after attending a seminar in Santa Fe New Mexico, when I decided to stop over in Taos for a short rest. I am also a Feminist activist, sex enthusiast, educator, herbalist, and writer. My face is au...
"Scott! The damn toilet's plugged again." Valerie's shout carried from the third floor to the kitchen, where Sharon and I were having a first cup of coffee. I wandered out to the foot of the stairs. "That's it, Valerie, I warned you the last time. Your indoor plumbing days are over." Seconds later, the hard body landed on my back and a hand grabbed away th...