Cindy had never slept better in her life. She found herself alone, lying on her back on top of her bed, completely naked and exposed to the morning sun as it poured in the window. Her hair draped over the edge of the bed, her breasts peaked up toward the ceiling, and her hands slowly roamed over her soft skin. She had never made it under the blankets of her...
Aurora, Wayward Series Pt. 5 Synopsis: A long-forgotten wayward people. A War Hero was rescued and given a new lease on life. Every lease has a cost. (The follow-on Series to Astra) Inspired by so many things but not endorsed by any of them. © EmotionalStorm May 2020. This story cannot be transferred to any other site besides Literotica.com without prior a...
The regression room contained no windows or other sources of natural light. About the size of a usual therapy room, it was a considerably large space that still felt claustrophobic. The grey cement render that coated the walls prevented noise from drifting down the hallway and inevitably upsetting the other patients, more importantly it prevented any sound f...
I thought to myself what have I done in my life, it only dawned on me at this moment that this was the first time I had ever looked back at my life, as a young 21 year old fresh out of university, living at home with mum and dad, no job to speak of (which they won't stop mentioning), no girlfriend. I wondered what would have happened if I'd gone out with tha...
Open your eyes. She heard the voice in her head, coming from far within. Open your eyes, and search for the one that must be saved. Remember who you were, and are, and could be. Remember... She arched her back, as her soul caught fire, and she cried out as her mind ruptured open. She woke up with a start, her chest heaving. She could remember the voice...
This is the revised version of the original story. I mad some corrections to the dates and corrected a couple of errors in it. * Peasant Girl April, 1970 She crouched in the under brush beside the rice paddy. Her body shook with fear. The Viet Cong had come to the village last night. They had killed all the men for being American sympathizers. They raped...
Author's Note: This one is a small part of a much larger work I'm developing, as was one of my other stories, "The Time in Brussels". I probably won't publish the whole thing here -- too much of it is non-erotic. The character in this story is the same as in the other story, but the time is about thirty years prior. The voice on the phone is from the pa...
Who is Sultana? Sultana, born in a Muslim family in one of the most underdeveloped regions in India to an illiterate daily wage worker parents. She was married to an old, rich, sexist man when she was just 18. Her husband used her only sex and he did all weird shit with her. She was always desperate for love, she starts looking for love everywhere until s...
Author's Note: There is no sex in this story. If that's what you're looking for, read one of my other stories. A special thanks to blackrandl1958 for organizing this event, and for editing this story. You're a doll. Thank you, also, to my other editor and friend, Pixel the Cat and all my fantastic betas: Laura Lun, BarryJames1952, Spyauth, sbrooks103x, a...
This is a two-part story. If you have not read Part 1, I would strongly urge you to do so, although this probably does stand on its own two feet. In the tale, I do not interrupt the considerable sexual action to fiddle around with condoms; just take it that I do believe in safe sex. It's a long story, nearly 20,000 words, maybe it's too long. I did think o...