I'm really sorry that this chapter took so long to come out. Apparently all it took for me to finish it was a global pandemic. --- The gravity of what they'd done didn't hit Alex until the drive home. He'd sucked Zoey's cock. It had been a moment of weakness; he'd been hurt and vulnerable and Zoey had comforted him. Alex had confessed to her his attraction...
Remember that scene in The Godfather when Michael Corleone sees a beautiful woman in Italy and kind of goes into a stupor? His two Sicilian bodyguards see it and start talking about how he's been hit by "the thunderbolt" and he's lost in love. That's not just a made-up movie thing. I've seen it first-hand, although at the time I wasn't aware of what it was....
Author's Notes: This story is erotic fantasy written by Etaski. I reserve the right to be listed as the author of this story, wherever it is posted. If found posted anywhere except Literotica.com with this note attached, this story is posted without my permission. © Etaski 2012 ****** This story continues my first short introduction to characters in "Full...
Rain woke me. Big, fat drops of decidedly rude water, splatting against my window. I blinked away sleep and peered about in confusion at the familiar setting. The faint shifting of my breasts as I rolled made sure I knew the change hadn't been a dream. Thanks, tits. My room had gotten darker as I slept. I don't mean a small amount, like the clouds had come...
Disclaimer: I do not own The 100. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. ***** Clarke had almost got used to waking up naked, cold and alone in a cell, but this particular morning she was neither cold or alone. She was still naked and imprisoned, which certainly wasn't great, but finding herself being spooned by an equally naked Lexa almo...
About two weeks after her encounter with Jeff's five friends, Mia felt that all-too-familiar cramping. Sighing, she checked. Yes, she was starting her period. Normally, she'd have been devastated, since she and her husband were trying so hard to have a child. And she still felt a twinge of that -- a frisson of frustration. But the feeling was blended with ot...
It was going to be the long weekend get away I had so looked forward to. Our plans were to spend a couple of days in Myrtle Beach, watching the ocean and enjoying the night life. But the drive from Nashville was too much for one day with me having to stay at the office until late that Friday afternoon. So I had planned for us to stop at the "HJ" in Knoxville...
I awoke at 2am with images and text nagging me. It was a new story, new characters. The entire plot wasn't clear to me yet, and I knew it wouldn't be until I'd spent several days at my keyboard. That's how my muses usually delivered stories to me, in bits and pieces until suddenly it becomes clear. I'm their vessel of expression, a mere mortal slave to their...
This story, based on personal experience, is approaching its conclusion. Thanks to the readers who have kept me company. Comments have been, and are, most welcome. Don't give up trying to do what you really want to do. Where there is love and inspiration, I don't think you can go wrong - Ella Fitzgerald. ~~~~~~~ NOW THE place Gaynor selected for our late...
If you read my first story ‘Henhouse', then you know how I became a widower landlord of a boarding house for college girls. And, how I also installed cameras in their group shower room, so I could video tape them, naked! This story is a continuation, and takes place during the third year of operation. The school year was off to a good start, classes had jus...