Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex. ***** Author's note: Hey everyone, sorry it took so long. Just been very busy, but I didn't forget about my readers. Remember leave a comment about what you might like to see in the next chapters to come. Hope you enjoy! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Trevor the Inn keeper was busy tidying...
It was Saturday, June 4. The temp was already well over eighty degrees and it was not yet 8:00 A.M. Being unseasonably warm, it was just another typical spring day in Illinois. Or maybe it wasn't so typical. After all, it was the year of the Magicicada. The thirteen-year brood had made it's appearance right on schedule, filling the woodlands with an eerie...
This is a very old and deeply disturbing gay male, rape and revenge story, one that's been kicking around in my folders since I began to write the Manchester arc that would lead to A Portrait In Blood and Underwear some four or five years ago. It's among the darkest of the Vampire Arc tales, hence it's posting in Erotic Horror. I'm a liberal soul at heart bu...
Tuesday, August 12, 2014: Life was good! After a weekend of rainy, misty weather, the sun was shining, and it was warm but not as muggy as eastern Kentucky can get, as my wife and I were sitting on our west-facing screened-in porch, drinking ice-cold lemonade and admiring the lowering sun in the distance. The sun would set in the "notch" between the two mou...
Before I tell my story, I need to share some background on my upbringing. My name is Kelsey and I am an only child. I was raised from the age of ten by my mom as a single parent. We lived in a nice house that my parents had built in a small suburb of a major midwestern city. My dad was killed by a drunk driver going the wrong way on the interstate. It was a...
He watched the waves batter the sand beneath his feet. The smell of ocean thick in the air. Horizon was slowly changing as the sun started to rise bringing life to the murky landscape. His nightmares kept him up. Sleep was elusive and for a while he couldn't see himself ever sleeping again. The issue weren't the dreams, but the fact that he couldn't remembe...
This is a true story though some parts may be slightly exaggerated others are as they happened, the cottage is real and we go there every year, names have been changed to protect those involved. This is the first time I have ever written anything so apologies if there's bad grammar or errors, please feel free to comment and vote, if feedback is good I'll fo...
If you haven't kept up with the story, that's okay although I suggest you start at the beginning so you can keep your scorecard up to date. This story has all kinds of sex in all kinds of combinations so if you don't have permission from an adult to read it, get outta here. -------------------------------------------- It's only about an hour from L.A. to S...
Author’s Note: My deepest, most sincere appreciation goes out to Whispersecret and Tinman for taking the time to edit and critique my story. Without their help, "The Soiree" would not have made it to Literotica in its present form. I also want to thank my boyfriend for being so kind and understanding all those times I told him I’d rather write than go out wi...
Chapter 12 Candice looked out over the parking lot of her new apartment. She had taken out a six month lease on a two bedroom, on the third floor, with a view of concrete and wasting away vehicles. She could afford something more upscale, but because Ben and Jon advised against living somewhere too extravagant, she had to settle for something that looked af...