The funny thing about the cold, it can burn you just as terribly as an open flame. The wind on a winters day sweeping off Lake Michigan was like that, capable of turning skin red like it had been held too close to a hot stove. Mindy Dawson was all too aware of that little fact of life. She walked to work each day from her apartment, braving the conditions in...
In the quiet, backwater system of Halderon IV, the old war horse had been put to pasture. She floated majestically in geostationary orbit over the gas giant that star maps called HV-16 and the locals called Lesvous. A bevy of smaller ships darted around the system, all of them hopelessly obsolete by modern standards, consigned to system defense duty and anti...
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...
Jason Clint, now in his mother's body, and his older sister Catie stood in their mom's room looking at one another. After several minutes Catie breaks the silence "Ok mom you heard Jason we need to get dressed so you get changed while I do and then I'll help with makeup and whatever else you need." She goes to her room leaving Jason alone. Jason stood alone...
The following Saturday morning the phone rang; it was Jules. 'I want you to make up a fourth for dinner tonight, Jules was saying, 'Nathan will be there and my brother Gareth who's down from Brisbane, and I need an extra woman.' 'No. Not tonight, Jules. I can't,' Leona said into the phone. She was tired and didn't want to go out. 'I've had a heavy day at...
"The best part of waking up is your man's tongue up your butt," Fatima Sayyid said to herself, and the tall, curvy Arab gal purred with contentment. For the first time in a while, her day was starting right. Life isn't easy for immigrant women living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. It's a good thing Fatima likes to make her own fun. Face down and big ass up...
The magic was strong as he took both his half sisters, Samatha and Felyst, in turn. Princil had played with both at one time or another. They were both older than he and they had both tried him out, soon after he came of age, completing the relationship of acceptable familiarity within the family so there was no longer any shyness between them. Samatha's hai...
I am openly questionable about who is better performers when it comes to oral sex. Male or female? Gay or straight? I try not to question the superiority of one gender or another, but this is one area where there appears that some truth lies over who gives better head. I am not, and never have been, a fan of oral sex. Not because of any taboo relations, at...
The guitar hummed, in a strange offbeat rhythm that danced in time with the locusts. The sound, different from all the Christmas Music, was soothing on a cold night by the fire. An old man plucked at the guitar strings, in a slow taffy of movement that stretched each note around his fingertips and then rose into the air. You could almost taste the notes hove...
Night Falls – Part 5 The servants had gone, the child taken carefully from her father’s arms and a still had gone over the household as the excitement of the day settled into the routine sleep of such a late hour. The cracking of the fire in the hearth was the only thing that broke the quiet so deafening after the earlier dramatics. The young Lord was slu...