Author's Note: If you've noticed, my posting on Literotica has become far more sporadic. As a result of my own time issues due to my work, I'm trying something new: shorter chapters. Instead of writing 20k-25k word chapters, I will be splitting these up into more managable chunks, with the intent of publishing a chapter every week and a half to two weeks in...
May licked her finger and flicked to a clean page of her ledger. A knock at the door disturbed her work. "Come in!" she shouted without looking up. She dunked her quill into the inkwell and picked up her glass of wine, getting to her hooves to address the visitor. Bastian was creeping around the fountain when she came out of her study. He bowed before her...
I walked in the door at 5:30pm and I heard my wife Devon out in the kitchen. It was unusual but a welcome surprise because she rarely gets in before 6pm. I heard her humming quietly as I came in behind pulling her toward me and planting several soft kisses on her neck. Pulling away from me she spins around with an angry look "Alec leave me alone. Can't you s...
I pulled the letters from my school bag once again hoping to find some small detail that I must have missed. A part of me believed that if I looked them over one last time, a solution would somehow present itself. I am still amazed at how much joy or pain a few brief words in a letter can convey. At the top of the first page was an illustration depicting th...
Rod and Melissa agreed to meet for dinner—nothing more than Kidd Valley hamburgers, just north of campus—two days later. To say that the meeting was a tad awkward would be an understatement. Their initial encounter in Grant's house had turned the whole art of dating on its head. My God! Melissa thought. I put that guy's cock in me without even knowing his...
This story is part of the Valentine's Day 2019 contest. Be sweet and vote. I met Olivia Marchand in a coffee shop. "Excuse me," I said reaching over her at the cream and sugar bar to grab a stirrer. My arm brushed hers as she sprinkled cinnamon onto her cappuccino. She looked up at me with these unreal royal blue eyes beneath black haired bangs of a bob h...
Andrew Gibson sat back in his office chair -- and smiled. And who could blame him? His life was an incredibly happy one, to be sure, and all because of the formula. He stroked his chin in thought, staring out the picture windows in his plush corner office with a view of the park. There had to be someone worthy enough to pass it on to, he thought. Andrew ri...
Koroba and Tudino said the same thing: "You have to talk to her." Tallia used exactly the same words. - "You have to talk to her, Cook. Poor thing." Langoret had a slightly different take on matters. - "You should speak to General Leydz." she suggested. That wasn't a bad idea. - "This is ... unprecedented." said the Penchen General. "I have never...
Ryan Wickett arrived home from his Saturday morning workout to find 3 large women sitting on his living room couch, none of whom he'd ever seen before. "Hellooo...?" he said, offering a greeting and asking a question at the same time, a half smile breaking onto his face. He directed a quizzical look at his wife as she kissed him hello. "Baby, this is Kathy,...
Greetings all; in my stories my characters exist in my head, but there might be real life inspirations for some of them. Who knows? This is my contribution to the private dick genre. ~ Preface. To all that know her Celia Wheatstraw was the epitome of charm, grace and propriety in every area of her life. She's a tall blonde, with a swimmers body, nice jui...