Penny woke on a king-sized bed, her naked limbs spread out across much of its surface. It was pleasant, she thought, to sleep in a large bed versus the much smaller bed she was forced to use in her apartment. She inhaled a deep yawning breath and smiled, smelling Apollo's musky scent in the sheets. He wasn't in bed with her, but Penny heard the shower runnin...
Note: This is the Final Chapter of the Dualism series. I hope the ride has been as fast and wild as I imagined the story to be. Once again, I would like to thank everyone for all their inputs and comments. Pardon the lack of sex in this chapter as I close the curtains on this story. Also, I would like to thank my editor UltimateHomeBody. Enjoy! ***** Dual...
Copyright 2014 by PostScriptor, All Rights Reserved Jason cautiously walked up to the unadorned dark gray building where he had been instructed to meet his contact. He'd only received word of the possible rendezvous that very afternoon, and he had to hurry just to arrive on time. Jason was in his late twenties, still a young man, strong and able, and ski...
Thanks to John Freer for most of the nifty ideas for this story; the un-nifty ones are mine. Appalling gaps in Homer's classical education {g} heroically filled by Felix Lance Falkon and Allison George's Encarta encyclopedia. Artie pitched in with some proofing of an early version, but is not responsible for remaining errors. Also, I have gotten some commen...
Ares smirked as he turned around and sat down on the throne of the Amazon Queen, looking as frustratingly as handsome and confident as he had always been. With nothing but a bottle of Nectar in his hand, the war God was stark naked, with his monstrous cock, which wasn't even hard but was already over fifteen inch long, out in the open. It stretched from hi...
Once upon a time in the Kingdom of Bohemia, there lived a beautiful princess who was known far and wide as 'lovely Tatjana, the Enchantress.' So legendary did her beauty and sensuality become that in rural districts the slang for masturbation among young adolescents was phrased as 'dreaming of Tatjana.' In some of the more conservative provinces, the very...
The water was calm, clear and infused with the scent of ash. He knelt down and washed his arms, his legs and torso. It was cold and purifying. He rubbed olive oil across his skin, banishing all miasma from his person. Orpheus scraped the excess oil off with a metal strigil and dried himself in the sunlight, tussling his short brown hair to shake out the wa...
I just want to start off by saying that I know that there are no orcs or elves in Greek mythology, I just thought that they would be a good addition to the story. ************************* There was quite a commotion going on in Mount Olympus, some Gods were outraged, some didn't want to be there and some were drunk. Nevertheless, on this day every Olympi...
There was fire everywhere; big, orange flames coming up from the floors, making dark shadows against the walls. The place seemed to be underground, an endless inferno. There were holes in different places on the rocky floors, deep holes, and if one glanced down below they were not dark, but lit by flames that were reaching up as if to grab someone. Delicate...
This is actually two stories, "The Father" and "Ambrosia". Literotica won't allow a story less than 750 words, and "The Father" is less then 200, so I squeezed it in here, because its very similar in both setting and tone. — Author @ @ @ @ @ The Father His sister Hera, in one of her moments of bitchiness, refused to share his bed this evening. Zeus...