I'm not really sure how to begin this story. I suppose it would be more meaningful if I told you a little bit about where I was coming from. I didn't really want to have a threesome with my best friend, or have a lesbian experience, even though I knew it was my husband's ultimate fantasy. It just wasn't my thing. We tried having a threesome once, but the g...
Disclaimer: This story is fictional. None of this has happened or ever will happen. ***** I had no idea what had just happened to me. I had just woke up after a long day at school and at work. My head was pounding like a drum. I felt weird as I tried to get up and out of bed. I almost fell over a couple times. I don't know why I was losing my balance, it...
Thank you everyone for your comments and feedback. I appreciate them and try to accommodate your requests. Another Drug Trials piece! Contains futa, sex, you know, the usual. This one has a little more Avril focus for reasons that will be abundantly clear. Also: Bonus points to you readers that realize what's coming up in this chapter with a certain charac...
A letter? Who gets a letter these days? I mean a good old fashioned piece of paper folded into yet another folded piece of paper and delivered to your door, seriously! Usually you get bills through the mail; you get ads on shiny coated paper that try to sell you weight reduction programs or the last promotions of your local supermarket, but a letter, no, tha...
This is a follow-up to "Trust Is Earned, Not Given." I was amazed at the eighty-plus responses I received, which ran the gamut from wonderful to terrible. As posters informed me, Loving Wives readers are an intensely critical crowd. I got praised as well as skewered. To those who did the former as well as the latter, thanks for reading and commenting. Appare...
Again, I have to apologise for the time it takes to produce each chapter. It's a hobby and it takes time which I sometimes lack. Plus, for my editing, I rely on the goodwill and the free time of generous people like Madison (ThanatopicFolds). Sometimes it accumulates. Anyway, here we go. Note: All characters in this story are of legal age. All of the cha...
328 years ago: When the first torch touched the kindling at the base of the wooden pole, Mary Sturgess moaned and writhed against the rope binding her in place. She dug her bare feet into the dirt underneath her as if to dig her way out and away. The wood to her left caught quickly and she felt the sudden heat in the warm night air. The first Elder stepped...
THE PITCH A beeping signal blaring into her ears forced Lilith Lokisdotter to open her eyes, which blearily focused on some guy on TV delivering a middle of the night spiel. He wore a crimson three-piece suit over a black satin shirt and matching crimson tie, and sported a Van Dyke beard. His hair was slicked back and black as night. "Hi, there," he said....
Sometimes goodbye's the only way, that's how that famous line from the song 'Shadow of the Day' by my favorite band Linkin Park goes. I can't help but realize that it totally applies to my life, especially now that I'm Undead. Oh, snap. I'm getting ahead of myself again. My name is Omar Abdullah Clarence, my friends call me O.C. and I'm a Detroit dude stuck...
Author's note: This is an entry in the 2012 Literotica Valentine's Day Contest. Enjoy! Roses are red, violets are blue.Cupid is clumsy, Psyche's aim is true. ~~~~~ ~ A Strange Encounter ~ Aaron suddenly felt anxious. He had expected some uneasiness, but his day had been extremely busy. Morning classes, lunch with colleagues, afternoon office work; the he...