Anabel will never forget where she was the first time The Warmth hit. She was 25 years old and interviewing for a Staff Writer position at her hometown's local newspaper. The editor who was interviewing her was an old acquaintance from high school, Tony. Anabel doubted that Tony even remembered her as they never ran in the same circles and he probably had en...
Again the ravings of a lunatic. Fiction. I like this story. It seemed so real when the idea grew in my mind. There is no sex. I have no idea where this should be posted. So I will put in the Loving Wives and get on with it. Copyright by mcwade May 15, 2005. The damnest story you ever heard: OK. Here we go. I am 63 years old. My gut is a bit too large; my w...
One thing that was very seldom seen in the back room of a coffee shop was a chair. The only chairs in a coffee shop were in the break room or in the front of the shop. On the provided cafe tables and couches, the customers could enjoy the wares of the coffee shop while reading a newspaper, if this was the eighties. And yet there it was. A chair in the back...
They rode the same bus, but rarely sat near one another. Jake sat at the back every day. Robin would sometimes come to sit beside him, but on most days she ducked in at the last minute, sometimes with the bus already moving, to take the first seat available. On those days, Jake would watch the door with his breath held tight in his lungs, not releasing until...
The history behind this town barely made sense. It wasn't worth going into the minute details. All that mattered was that this town, Haven, shouldn't even exist. Not due to any laws, as previously stated, but because of the religion behind it. Now, it wasn't unheard of for a particular religious culture to dominate a town. But this religion was different. Th...
This is a story in three parts, all of which are in this post. It starts rather slowly as it follows Donna Reynolds and her decision to be implanted so that she can be successful in the world. It is rather mild sexually, but somewhat upsetting in theme as it sets forth a fictional future world that may be less improbable than some would think. In fact, we ma...
Over the next several years, life has continued on. We have become comfortable in our new lifestyle. I am happily submissive and my wife has become quite the Dom. She honestly relishes teasing and torturing my cock and balls, leaving me frustrated for months on end. Orgasm games are still played from time to time but mostly my wife just decides if and when...
***My first Literotica submission, I'm still learning the ropes around here. Also first time sharing my erotica. Please let me know if you would enjoy a sequel*** Darius Maxwell peered out of the rain spattered windows of his 87th floor apartment. The cool electric blues and greens of the city lights shimmered through the water droplets that drizzled down...
Emma swam up through consciousness and opened her eyes slowly, as they seemed to weigh twice as much as they should. The light was bright, from fluorescent lights and Emma knew, with some strange instinct, that she was in a hospital. Her nose itched and when she tried to reach it to scratch the irritation, she found that she couldn't move her hands. She lo...
Britnee was dreaming. Dreaming she was the red rubber ball on the end of a rubber band attached to a paddleboard. She was slapping against the paddle thwapapapap. She didn't mind the slapping, she did mind the air raid siren blaring in her ears. It sounded like the end of the world. "Shut Up!" she screamed. She jerked awake. It took a moment to realize the...