-VIII- Valentine dreamt. She was a young woman, eighteen again. No longer cooperative with her mother's machinations, but no less gawped at everywhere she went, baring scandalous stretches of leg, flouncing her curls, daring to walk into a roomful of men unchaperoned. Every step screamed "HERE I AM!" Every word declared "I AM YOUR DESIRE." She was a one-wom...
Chapter 12 in the Mr. Basketball series. All characters involved in sexual activity are 18 and older. ***** "Welcome to Duke University," the coach said as we entered her office. "It's more like welcome back for me," I said offering Taylor a seat after we shook hands. "Oh?" she asked curiously. "I played three seasons for coach K before I was injured a...
This story is based on people, places and events, mostly from my life. Most of the things in this story, or something very similar, have happened -- or been done -- to me. It's not necessary, but I strongly suggest that you read the previous chapters before you read this one. I love feedback, comments, and criticism; it helps me to improve my writing, and e...
Once you were young. You still remember the moment you saw her kin for the first time, a species in the forests of the north. Beautiful, skin dark as ebony, eyes ranging from purple to blue to green, an all-female species live next to your village. Dark Elves, Dokkalvar, Dalekethnon and many other names are they called with. They live with their human sl...
The summer night had turned cool and there was a blaze in the fireplace when Margo ushered Cassie into Leo's study. They had spent the last hour primping and posing before the mirrors in the artist's suite while Margo readied Cassie with the final touches for the interview with Barbacchi. At last she had chosen a simple dress for Cassie to wear, simple and...
Hey everybody, I'm a new member of Literotica, so feel free to comment and give advice etc. This is my first story I've posted online so by all means if you want to see more of this kind of stuff again like it or tell me you wanna see more. I apologize for kind of the lack of interesting fetish moments here, I am a bit fan of watersports and farting, guilty...
~ The Incident ~ As Steve approached the intersection, the tiny hairs on the back of his neck stood on end. He'd felt the presence of an oncoming vehicle--from behind. Then he'd heard it. The roar of its engine ascending on him like an oncoming freight train. As a runner, he felt vulnerable and moved a little more to the left side of the shoulder of the roa...
You mumbled something incoherent, your face still pressed against the mattress. "I'm sorry...Sir? I couldn't make that out." The weight of you was beginning to feel suffocating, and I squirmed a bit trying to find a better position to breathe. It was no use—you were a dead weight atop of me. You lifted your head to look down on me, "Squishing you, am I?...
Inclined to wicked ways, he walked up behind her and covered her eyes with his hands, smiling as she dropped the leash in her hands in surprise. "Oh - who's that?" "Just call me sir," he grinned. "Yes, sir." "What have you been up to in my absence?" "Shopping." "And what did you buy me?" "An orangutan: he's called Borneo." "I don't have much use for...
Heather and I had been dating for about a month and a half. She was so beautiful to me. Her eyes were as blue as the ocean. Her hair was long, white blonde like the clouds in the sky. She was just a little thing at 5-4 and 100 pounds. Small breasts with a nice round backside. She was kind, loving, sexy, smart and had a great sense of humor. The only problem...