Author's Note: This is a fantasy story that builds up to a good deal of sexy fun. It starts out in our world and ends somewhere else entirely. Given the name I've chosen for it I feel the need to tell you that it has a disappointing lack of dragons. However I've attempted to make up for that with an abundance of boobs and a strapping young male protagonist....
*Want to thank the readers who encouraged me to write more* ***** Waking up by being rocked gently back and forth was something Justin had not experienced since he was married. But there Julie was rocking him back and forth. "Wake up, baby. You have work and your food is getting cold." Justin could only answer half awake and scratching at his eyes. "What....
Poolside Nirvana I startled awake from a pleasant day dream. As the fog in my brain dissipated, it occurred to me that my reality right now exceeded my best dreams. Here I was, lying beside a shimmering blue swimming pool, a stone’s throw from the ocean. The sun was beating down on me, transforming my pale skin to a golden bronze. I could literally feel the...
INTRODUCTION & DISCLAIMER - On New Years' Eve 1979 in Sydney Australia, 19-year-old student Greg Tyler resolves that from 1980 things in his life will change. No longer will he be a shy virgin with an unrequited crush on his pretty co-worker Morgan, he will ask her out and finally go on a date. But for the bumbling but well-intentioned Greg this is easier s...
(Authors note: It's a long one. Yes, I know you've heard that before but this time it's true. This story is almost twice as long any other story of mine in Literotica. I have divided "Born To Serve" into seven different days so it should be easy for readers to take a break or return at a later time. I hope you enjoy reading this story as much as I did writin...
This happened to me in May of this year, almost two years after the CFNM party described in Caught in the Pool. I have changed names and some other details to protect the identity of the participants. * * * * * It was my wife who got it all started, about two weeks earlier. "How would you like to go skiing next winter?" Pamela asked as we sat down for din...
I woke up the next morning feeling hung over. As if I as on a drinking binge for a week. Pam handed me a glass of orange juice that tasted so good I drained the glass in on gulp. I looked around the room and asked "Where's Bill." "He left for work early today, he thought it was best for you not to see him. He said you've been worse this year then you ever...
Jonas Agonistes Chapter 1: Like a Novel by Robbe-Grillet I avoided bourbon but not scotch. Scotch. I found it helped me sleep, but upon further discrimination and many scientific trials I decided it helped me do something like sleep. I pushed it aside. I even poured out one of the half-full bottles in my drawer. Not the other one, though. Just one. Two we...
I met her about a month ago. We were both in Central Park, me sitting on a park bench reading the New Yorker, her taking a break from her bike ride and relaxing on the bench next to mine, and both of us evaluating the mid-afternoon scene. She struck up a conversation with me. I noticed a few different things about her appearance: That her black slick biking...
Port George was never a town I would have chosen to visit. It sat a really rocky outcrop on the North Cornish side of the Bristol Channel and took the full force of the North Atlantic weather. The village, jutting out on ragged cliff edges, wasn't the most welcoming place to be even at the height of summer and you kind of got the feeling that the Gulf Strea...