Hey all, here's book three. Hope you like the ending. I'll probably be another long spell before I post here again, love the community but I got to make a living. I also have some personal challenges coming up. Anyway, until next time -Happy Reading. Copyright 2020. This is a work of fiction. Names, Characters, Places and incidents are either products of th...
John stirred from a dreamless but very restful sleep, then stretched carefully so that he wouldn't disturb the blonde and brunette snuggled up against him. Alyssa and Calara murmured in their sleep, then wriggled in closer, feeling soft, warm, and quite delicious where they'd draped themselves over his body. He wrapped his arms around them, enjoying the feel...
Forward My name is Tulip Mee. Or, rather, Tulipa Clusiana Mee. It means Lady Tulip. I was named after a flower because my mother likes flowers. Or so they tell me. My girlfriend, parents, older brother and three sisters all call me Tulip. So, I guess it really is my name. I don't remember. The only other person in the world whom I love just calls me Chil...
The plane carrying Alex Morton touched down in Capitol City just after 9pm. He was on the plane only because his sister had sent him the ticket. Actually people didn't send tickets to each other, they purchased them on line. Then they mysteriously ended up at the ticket counter of the airline. After that Alex just showed his driver's license to get a boardin...
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Her gaze fell onto the wheels of her computer chair. The round blob of very dark gray plastic was covered by a thin hood, as if it were a real car tire that could throw up dirt. The color was supposed to be black, yet it was not nearly dark enough. Thousands of tiny little impurities in the surface kept the surface matte without reflection. Surely, this was...
This is my first submission here, though this story has been published elsewhere. It is first installment of a long series of erotic stories following the life and times of, Estefan Ernando, who will one day be the solar system's most-feared, master criminal. They have been taken out of their original formats and placed into chronological order. This is a de...
The 'A Song from My Story, a Story for My Song' event is a challenge for authors to write a story inspired by a piece of music or song, where the brief is broad and the point is to use music 'to create something new and unique.' On this note, I'd like to thank Literotica author carrteun for organising this challenge. And Laurel, who runs Literotica, let's no...
Author's Note: If you haven't read the first two installments of this story, you will be severely confused. I dislike when writers rehash old topics and I promised myself I would never do it. Thank you, Paul. Your editing help and insight worked well with my ignorance. Chapter 1 - Teegan "Stop calling me ma'am," I told Jason. His military bearing did lit...
Chapter I Six years ago. The judge cleared his throat and coughed, staring at the teenager in the dock of the Crown Court. "James Prutton, you are found guilty by this court of armed robbery, contrary to the Theft Act 1968. You have been a career criminal and a community nuisance since you were twelve and I am not disposed to show you leniency despite your...