Vampire politics, I thought to myself with disgust as I looked at my would-be executioner, Cain Tremblay. The tall, red-haired and alabaster-skinned vampire whom I've known for ages lay on the ground, bleeding and spent but not quite dead. Not just yet. We were in Ottawa's Vanier Parkway, right by the water, on a quiet summer night. Looking at me with a fera...
Let me introduce myself to you. My name is Susan and my husband is Bill. We have been married for 24 years and have 2 kids that are almost grown now. We live in a some what smaller community in California, and have enjoyed the lifestyle here for about 15 years now. We love each other totally, and have enjoyed sharing that love with others on several occasion...
Bruce panted in a mixture of fear, disbelief, and anticipation, his balls and anus tingling as he was gently tugged by the leash up the stairs; the beautiful mature form of the woman before him keeping his cock rock hard. Wicked smiles from passing madams and clients alike fell on the couple, but Bruce was oblivious to everything else but his superbly domina...
Being born in the late 40's has some big disadvantages but definitely some interesting sides which Carlo Prati experienced with the years. When you are 18 years old and you are in the 1963, you can see the industrial boom exploding in your home country, everything changes and the wealth arriving even in the big popular condominium where you live. His fathe...
This story is co-authored with Maurizio, a Literotican from Italy. It wouldn't have been written without his ideas and drafts. Also, it wouldn't have been submitted without being carefully revised by one very nice Literotica editor, lilsadie69. A big thank you to you both! +++++++ It's seven a.m. and in a couple of hours I have my audition for the new ga...
Monday always began with a meeting, and this Monday morning was no different from any other. We were all sitting around the long wooden table in the conference room, listening to one voice after another explaining how good their department was. Everyone was showing graphs over the growth of our company, but somehow it all seemed so distant from the reality w...
[©2010 BY CLINTON09; ALL CHARACTERS OVER THE AGE OF 18; NO EVENTS DESCRIBED ARE TRUE; THIS STORY HAS A 'HARDER EDGE' THAN MOST; BE WARNED: HERE BE DRAGONS; FOR AGES 21 OR ABOVE] [Husband's only asset is his gorgeous wife; he also has a failing dance studio; why not save the cost of an instructor by having incredibly sexy wife teach slow dancing to well-hung...
First Time Ch. 01 – Uncle Jake Sago Lane, in the heart of Singapore’s Chinatown, was snuggled in the midst of the oriental enchantment of a thriving British colony. Endowed with the mysticism of the East, it was a famous local landmark in the 1950s. To the clinical observing eyes of a Westerner, Sago Lane then had a uniqueness of its own as a street of flow...
NOTE: The following essay was sent to the author via OuijaMail, a new mobile app that promises to be the next Instagram. Its proprietary technology allows correspondence between contemporary authors and historical figures. The sender of this essay claims to be Samson, a legendary barbarian warrior from the Middle Ages. According to an unpublished essay by Jo...
Derek saw the young white woman standing at the bar, her back to the room. She wore a short royal blue strapless dress. Leaning forward to rest against the bar, the fingers of her right hand, bearing French manicured nails, held an almost full martini glass. She stood with full weight on her right foot. Her left shin rested against her right calf. He guess...