Note: this story takes place after the events in the story "The Color of Air." While this story should stand on its own, the previous story has the details on how Captain Drake and Color Of Air began their partnership. +++++ "Welcome, Captain Drake. Our most private seaside room, as you requested." The hostess unlocked the door to the bungalow and bowed, l...
Carla has visited my NYC office on many occasions. She is a product manager for one of the lines of formal female dress shoes my stores and consignment partners carry. Once she had a late flight and had to check out by noon from her hotel. I let her put her luggage in my storeroom and offered to make her dinner at my week-day apartment just around the corner...
Real life sometimes intrudes on my fantasy one, much to my annoyance. I have solid reasons why it took this long to pick up the thread of this story, all which mean nothing to you. But, here it is. ................................................... I sat back and tried to relax as the jet winged it's way across the ocean, idly listening to Nonna and Gina...
Author's Note: I've called the seniors' retirement community in this story simply The Home, a name that I didn't want to use because of its connotations of involuntary confinement of the mentally unfortunate. But I was afraid that if I called it by any appropriate name that might occur to me - The Oaks, Sunshine Acres, Leisure Lodge, etc. - I'd run the risk...
The next morning I awoke wondering why I was still in my dress. I looked at my cell, which I also used as an alarm clock, and it was all ready eleven am. I thought for a second... and figured if I was still in my dress I was still in makeup. I got up, sat at my vanity and cleaned up my face then got up to go take a shower. My cell began to hum; it was a text...
It is the praiseworthy custom of authors on this site, when presenting to the public a literary endeavour which depends on a previous work, to direct the reader to that first writing. This humble offering cannot be understood without some knowledge of Miss Jane Austen's classic novel, Pride & Prejudice. If you have not read that novel, why are you wasting...
I feel nervous and frightened. With you in the driver's seat and me sitting along side, I fear someone might look in through the window. I worry they might see me as we drive down the road. I feel naked, and I practically am. The meager clothing around my waist makes me feel uncomfortable. The even slimmer clothing over my chest makes me feel exposed. I fee...
This is submitted for the Literotica NUDE DAY CONTEST 2018. This story is written in a conversational free flow style and not always grammatically or politically correct. Hopefully you will enjoy the similarity to the Rod Serling style and scripts from The Twilight Zone. Any names, places or descriptions resembling reality is purely coincidental. Your votes,...
NOTES ALL CHARACTERS ARE AGE 18 AND OVER. This story is about the intersecting lives of six men living in the female-led New America government. It is primarily a CFNM story. Each new chapter deals with another of the seven men, each living in a different male Classification or cast. Eventually the seven men meet up and become a force for change. I recom...
Author's Note: Here's the next chapter in Tula's tale. I enjoyed writing this one and setting up some character development. Hopefully the characters are interesting, the sex is hot and the hints of a developing story keep you readers hooked. Let me know how I'm doing - kind feedback and ratings keep me writing and constructive criticism is helpful! *****...