Aidan watched from his balcony as his guard raced towards his father's kingdom with his message. He saw another rider galloping towards the castle, it was Cara on her golden mare and farther behind her was a carriage pulled by two white horses and surrounded by guards. He watched Cara for a second longer before turning to dress himself and find Liliandra and...
We met Stan and his Japanese wife, Michiko, at a subway stop near the Ginza. She wore a stunning traditional kimono, a sight seen too infrequently in modern Japan. Although she spoke English well enough, she seemed to enjoy speaking Japanese with me. I found her to be delightful and we hit if off immediately. Stan hadn't changed much from our school days;...
Svetomir tapped his baton impatiently on the side of the large wooden music stand before him. Silence. He reveled in this moment, when all eyes were turned to him, bows poised, spindly fingers stretched on keys and strings, breaths held. And then, with the downbeat of his hands, the explosion of music. He lead them all; they hung on his every movement: from...
It started out as a day not unlike any other. My work load was small and I had only a couple of service calls scheduled. I was at my desk, preparing to journey forth when the phone rang. A sultry voice on the other end of the line identified herself as Lisa Baker and asked if we made house calls for computer repair or did she have to bring the unit into the...
Twenty-First Installment in the "Latina" Series of Erotic Tales Hi, loyal Latina readers. It's me again, Frank. It has been a long time since you have heard from me directly, but you know about me from my wife's erotic stories of our truly hot love life. You might even remember that I wrote two of the early stories in the Latina series, "Latina's Husband" a...
Michelle pulled up to a local strip mall after her meeting. She wanted another ice coffee to feed her addiction, and walked into the Starbucks as she noticed a group of young men walking into a marijuana dispensary a few stores away. After getting a new iced coffee, she walked out, right in front of a convenience store, and she saw them again. A group of fi...
This is an entry in the Literotica Winter Holiday Contest. It is strictly a stroke story about Santa Claus being entertained during his world-wide journey one Christmas Eve. I hope you enjoy it and vote accordingly because it was fun writing it. * Santa Claus drew to a stop on the roof of the house and smiled in anticipation of whom he would be visiting t...
The cave's vault acts as a natural amplifier. The speakers, dozens of them, tiny and rigged across the narrow shelves of stone, all of them feed into the player. It's thin, touch screen blurring in places, smearing electric color in the corners. He likes to blast Tchaikovsky. He hears it when he's over the hill, down where the road is breaking apart with e...
It was a calm moonlit night that found Froyo Faggins and his gardener, Sodomise Bambi, together under a huge and ancient oak tree. Together they had braved many dangers, and it was only now that they were realizing that there were other feelings to be acknowledged other than those of brotherhood. There had been soft forlorn looks exchanged, and just that mor...
One day Eric the Weenie was coming back from a NASTY (National Association of Saddened and Tampered Youths) meeting when he saw a whorehouse. Eric wasn't the prettiest apple in the tree, so he doesn't get laid a lot. He's so Ugly, the only girls whoever look at Eric are bulimics because he makes vomiting more easy. Since he was right at a whorehouse and feel...