John Hansen, Charlie Wentworth's photographic assistant, was surprised when he was told he had a phone call. Nobody ever called him at the studio. "Hello." "Hi Johnny, it's Nicole." "Hi what's up?" "I wanted to tell you that I've decided to start my own place and I was hoping you'd tell Charlie and put in a good word for me." "I'll be glad to try, but I...
For the backstory, read the 60000 word Theo: Blood Angel of Lescatie for a story of monstergirl sex and war. https://www.literotica.com/s/theo-the-blood-angel-of-lescatie ...Another rainy day. Dark clouds are already over you. You took refuge in the woods, the rain battering the leaves of endless forests. You keep running, thinking you saw a fox. The endl...
Having explored the Cruise Liner and discovering no life on board Sabbath Black and the Angel version of Cameron Scott albeit most likely of darkened aspirations found quarters. Cam led her to what was referred to as the Palace. Essentially the Presidential Suite in the memory of a certain Mouse Creator. Luxury at it's finest. Even in the faded light both co...
I wake up rather grumpy in the mornings. This particular day seems to be worse. I lovingly roll over and look down at my slave laying on the floor looking so pitiful and helpless. He is wearing the rope waist harness I bound him in the night before. His wrists and ankles are bound in leather cuffs. His wrists are attached to his ankles by a long chain. The...
When I became a big girl, I realized how many guys wonder how they would act if they were a spy who fell into enemy "hands," to speak, and had their balls given the 3rd degree-and then some-treatment. I found certain authors of thrillers-I might name Ken Follett and, in particular, Frederick Forsyth-can be relied upon to provide material for a lifetime of u...
Notes: The first chapter was a bit of a run through, my debut, and it was a bit rough. Thanks to everybody who read, voted, and commented. I would love if you could do it again. This is a transition chapter, lots of teasing but no sex. A light wind plucked at the thin robe Loro wore as he strode down the long polished stone hall. He looked to his right, o...
The next morning Veronica woke up late. Her muscles twinged at her lazy stretch, protesting from the extraordinary exertion of the night before. As lactic acid drained from her sore muscles, memories of the night before flooded into her mind. She blushed at the thought of what she had done to herself the night before. That was so unlike her; she had obviousl...
This is a Nude Day contest story. Please vote. Writer ponders the reason for Nude Day, when every day is Nude Day. * Admittedly, I'm a pervert but, sadly, I'm not a pervert in good standing. Doubly ashamed, for being a pervert and for not being a pervert in good standing, unable to do anything right, I no longer know where I fit or don't fit in society....
There were two of them, both fair-skinned, most unusual. A large male in the lead, with a gun, followed by a female with binoculars around her neck, both with sun hats. She was smaller, and walked both more carefully and less confidently. I could see them through the tree leaves below the atti branch holding me. This was trouble on many fronts. Our small gr...
I opened my eyes. The room was dim, but I could make out the grain of the rough hewn table my head was resting on. I closed my eyes again and considered things. Considering Things List Item No. 1: Last night when I went to bed it was in a nice soft bed with pillows. Item No. 2: I don't usually have dreams, and when I do, they're always black and white, w...