The first thing you notice is the vibrator in your cunt. The second thing you notice is that you can't move. You can open your eyes, and when you do, it's to a world of white. White walls, white ceiling, everything lit by a soft white glow whose source your limited field of vision can't see. You can move your eyes, but not your head, to it's hard to see exac...
The moon? Where is it? Will it ever return? Or did this little fairy make it angry? She just cannot seem to focus without the moon gazing down on her. Oh well, maybe she will make an attempt to find the moon again... when it is full and bright. Though, hopefully the full moon would not trigger a nasty bite. She was out on a rock one night, rod in hand as s...
The following story happened about two years ago and the SIESTA as an event still exists, much to our delight. Names were changed, nothing else. This is a translation of the original story „Siesta für zwei?" on German Literotica. The events described here were the kick-off point for several other interesting encounters which I wanted to tell, hence the tran...
It was first noticed during one of our history's most turbulent times, World war two. The war was in full swing. The male birth rate doubled, initially seen as a blessing, More manpower for the war. At the end of the war, the birth rate did not drop. Over sixty years the male population grew to twice that of the female population. During this time discontent...
Walking in the darkness, I move tenuously, feeling my way with my fingers caressing the air... the buzz of crickets, the occasional night bird, and far off cars swooshing past on the highway, surround us. There is no moon, only starlight, as we walk heedlessly through the graveyard towards the river. No ghosts here, not tonight - I am with you, my lover, ali...
Paul and Cinda arrived at the dock just in time for the catamaran cruise they had booked. The catamaran was absolutely beautiful, its large sail billowing in the breeze. The ocean was of the palest shade of blue and crystal clear; the sun overhead warm without being scorching. It was a beautiful day to be sailing and snorkeling in the nude. There were about...
"Tolerance becomes a crime when applied to evil." ― Thomas Mann Face-fucking the 83 year old ― atop the ruined mattress at the desert swing club ― the fuck junky realized something: Receiving head from an octogenarian feels exactly the same as having one's cock sucked by a woman in her 20s. Still, many cringe at the former, while overtly embracing the lat...
I would like to take this opportunity to thank my editor Jynx for her input and insights. Please don't hesitate to comment and offer constructive criticism on this my second story. It has been several years since my first entry into the literary world. I hope you enjoy my work. Pirate's Revenge Chapter 1 I was tired, so very tired, but to stop was to di...
Two weeks later Elena laid in bed stroking Isaiah's hand. They were now living out of a hotel. "Tell me about your husband, was he a pilot? I've met a few pilots in my time." His voice still sounded sweet like honey. "No," Elena replied. Isaiah had been getting sick. At first, Elena assumed it was his diet. Whenever he didn't adhere to a strictly vegan d...
Author's Note: First of all, I looked back over my Humanoids of the Deep tribute and noticed that there were a lot of words missing, as apparently some things got lost in translation, and I sincerely apologize for that. This is my first attempt at a Warcraft porn story, with a bit of a plot thrown in there just to confuse people. -------------------- It...