Author's note: This story is not so much about the adventures of Batgirl, but more about the developing sexuality of Barbara Gordon. It introduces several original characters, and is only loosely based on the comic book heroine. Enjoy! Warning! This story contains material of an adult nature and is intended for mature readers for personal use only. No copyr...
As much as Sara loved to hear his voice, she hated not having him there with her better. His touch always warmed her like hot cocoa in a winter night no matter what the actual weather was outside or in. He was the man she always ran to whenever there was something wrong in her life and yet the only thing that was wrong with her now is that he wasn't there in...
I have been honest about my obsessions and quirks and certainly one of my more outlandish tales demonstrates only too well what a strange dude I am at times. My first submission to Literotica was in fact from 1993, so this second offering is from 2004. * Eleven years later I was working nights at Heathrow Airport as a cleaner in a bulding that makes airpla...
I guess everyone has heard that it is best to write about things that you know about or things you have done. I tend to write about those things that I dream about or desire to know more about and sometimes I just sit and let the words flow not knowing where the rushing rivers of words will take me until I get there. That is the way that I write and in my ea...
**The feedback on this series has been amazing! Thank you to everyone who has taken the time to write comments or mention this series to me in the forum. Thanks again to my editor, Mistress Lynn, who has been diligently pounding away on this series for me. I couldn't get this written without her hard work.** Her mind was still spinning from spending the mor...
Looking more like a drowned rat in the rain than a sleek fox, the small animal paused on the crushed shell shoulder of the bayou road and raised its nose in the downpour in search of a dinner scent. All it received was a bath of half salt half rainwater thrown from under the tires of a small sports car it neither smelled, heard nor saw. It sputtered, sneezed...
Chapter 3 She's waiting when I arrive home from work. She holds out her hand for me to kiss. "Go shower and shave, I've laid out your clothes, you've got ten minutes." "Yes Beautiful Mistress." She's laid out a black velvet slave set, grey trousers and a blue pin striped button down shirt. "You're one minute late. That will be five. Now my boots." She's...
George lowered himself slowly into the cool water of the pool; the feeling of relief was immediate. Not that the heat of the day was that bad (somewhere in the high 80's) –the real relief was centered in his no longer swollen but still very tender scrotum. It hadn't been that many days since he'd been clocked in the nuts by a softball traveling at near 80 mp...
Jennifer walked out of the airport in Kabunda. It was hot, and she was immediately grateful for her t shirt and shorts. She was also immediately aware that both of those brought eyes to her. The sun was bright and she needed to find her protocol man, Mr. Green. He was going to be wearing an orange shirt, and a white hat. She pushed her trolley out of the...
Robert could almost taste the blood. Still, after these hundreds of years, each hunt felt fresh and new. He anticipated the sweet thickness that would flow from her veins. The young woman had fallen deeply under his spell. Her mind and will had already become his, and she'd never remember what was about to happen. No one else knew that, though. They'd see o...