She awoke to darkness, a rich blackness that covered her, embracing but not smothering. With no sight, her other senses were wide awake and straining. Her back was flat now, her breasts naked but moist with sweat in the cool air. She could feel her wrists, cuffed and bound again but apart this time, spreading her shoulders. Her thighs were parted, ankles bou...
He entered the temple in the usual manner, under the cover of a moonlit sky. Sneaking through the overgrown gardens that lined the outer walls, carefully picking his way through the blackthorn bushes that grew rampant among rosebushes and choke weeds, scaling the moss covered inner wall that separated the temple grounds from the gardens, moving with grace am...
Nervously she steps through the doorway, her heart pounding so hard she fears it may actually leap through her chest, small blunt teeth lowering to worry at an already swollen lip as her eyes anxiously scan the crowd. Her hands are clenched together tightly, knuckles white with strain as nerves rack her body, her mind a rush of thoughts as she tries to vis...
I swear I can smell cunt. I feel like a goddamned dog, or maybe a wolf, yeah, maybe a wolf—downwind of some delicious, vulnerable prey. I don't belong here alone, this wasn't my idea, but here I am, and there is pussy everywhere. I can't get away from it. Little ones, big ones, bald ones, hairy ones—and I'll be damned if I don't want them all. I know there's...
Dear Reader. I've heard that all the best authors start off that way when they want to write a personal note. So I thought what's good for the best is good enough for me. This story has been written as an entry into the Literotica 2002 Survivor competition. As the rules require that authors submit a story to each category I have submitted this to BDSM....
He heard her voice it whispered into his sleeping body, echoed down his spine, and stirred his flesh. The soft tones vibrated to life against warm skin, he turned expecting to see her and found only the darkened room. Its emptiness mocked him. Daniel’s hands tightened into fists it had been so real the voice. Something tugged at him, getting his body out of...
Todd watched her crossing and uncrossing her legs on her stool at the end of the bar, an unlit cigarette dangling from her mouth. She had very pale skin and a very black dress. Her lips were also black, as was her eye shadow and her long straight hair. A bit too Goth for my taste, thought Todd. But then again, she had a decent body with nice boobs, and he...
The Marquis Sébastien La Roque stood near the soft crackle of the fire, armored and draped in a black cloak which fell like velvet sin from his broad shoulders. Leather clad fingers tugged at the greying hair of his chin as his eyes traveled the rises, curves, and valleys of the delectable female flesh at his feet. As his stormy blue eyes caught hers, she qu...
Buffy Summers lay asleep in bed, it was about one in the morning and Buffy was fast asleep, dreaming of who knows what. Crouched on the roof of the Summers' house was a dark figure, who had pale skin. After a few seconds the figure, a man, stood up and silently jumped down onto the porch roof outside Buffy's room. The man slid Buffy's window up and climbed...
At the request of a reader who was kind enough to offer both feedback and a plot suggestion, I have this to say: Chris entered Room 834 at the Palmer House Hilton and was immediately overcome by a stench he knew all too well. An assistant manager of the venerable Chicago hotel, he had been summoned to the room by the head of housekeeping a few minutes after...