All characters in this story are entirely fiction and at least 18 years of age. Any and all similarities between reality are coincidental. This is the groundbreaking chapter for Tess and Darien so enjoy. It'll probably be a bit more vanilla than it could be but I plan on getting around to the kinky stuff later. If you happen to have a slight problem with air...
I was drawn to her the first moment I saw her. Not the one you or someone else might pick, but I often see as others may not. I see people, especially women, as a whole package first, like seeing a work of art for the first time in person. You take in the room and the lighting and it draws you to the point of focus, a framed masterpiece of intricate and pain...
An upset Melissa come running to find Tom who was just emerging from the women's restroom with the company's librarian. "Tom, Tom." "Melissa, calm down. Armageddon is not scheduled for today." "Tom, Tom. Mrs Stokes has arrived and is with the partners. You and I have been called to them." "Oh good. We can snare this one for you darling." "What?" "You'l...
This story was inspired by a piece of college tradition from Cloudy and the beautiful illustration made by Rhinoguy. Thanks to both of them. * * * * * You want to know the story of the eagle? Ok, just realize that this story starts a long time ago. So long ago that the gods themselves still walked the earth. You have read stories about the gods of the Gree...
As he exploded in her mouth she felt the car slow a bit, bearing to the right. She wiped the last remnants of his pleasure from her chin and sat up, taking a look at the rest area around them. They both needed to compose themselves so he picked a remote parking space in the RV lot and put the car in park. To their mutual chagrin, a small Winnebago pulled int...
Maybe I should use a more provocative title like "I Am a Depraved Man" to make my thoughts appear intriguing and frank, suitable for the topic of sex in writing. Or perhaps, something steamy and titillating: "How I Raped My Sister"—mimicking true confession magazine headlines—more intimate and appropriate for the avid readers of EROTICA, the realm of fiction...
Miss Gorton's Academy For Young Ladies was situated in Clapton, west of the River Lea on the fringes of East London. It was quite an imposing building – or rather, buildings. Four Georgian houses had been adapted for the purpose, with interior walls knocked down and connecting corridors. There was one front door, reached from the street by two steps, the rem...
[I've been writing privately about these characters for over 15 years and there are several different parallel and cross-cutting plotlines and groups of related stories which I'm in the process of revising and posting on here in order. This episode follows directly on from others on Literotica. In sequence: 1. Nothing fires lust like grief 2. Flying solo w...
-The Full Moon Retreat- Episode: The First Search and Rescue Mission Chapter 3: The Circus Comes to Town... To the reader: It was nice to have made some progress after my, apparent, chapter 1 debacle. Even having read many hundreds of stories on Literotica, over the years, writing and publishing this first one, for me, at the least, is trial and error...
Still undecided if I'd attend on the morning of the funeral, I selected the spring coat from my wardrobe. With that, I postponed any decision until noon. The coat had so far been my only purchase to add to the clothes I'd brought with me to France. It was dark blue and I could pass it off as black. Already the day looked as if it was going to be much too war...