Chapter One Rodrigo de Toledo brushed his eyes. He was lying in the small boat where he had jumped in the middle of the tempest that had broken the caravel's masts the night before. He shivered at the memory of the huge waves pushing the men into the ocean, while the ship inclined dangerously and the thick curtain of rain made it impossible to see two yards...
Chapter 1 Melissa King was having coffee at a café with sisters Una and Donna, mothers of boys and both accepting the time to birth at least one daughter had passed. That's why they remained focused on with the progressive development from the cradle and the latest news of their 22-year-old niece Linda, Melissa's only child. Tears forming, Melissa told h...
I'll be the first to admit I used to be something of a prude when it came to nudity. I guess it was just how I was raised, which was probably typical by most middle American standards. But things can change and sometimes that change can be pinpointed to a specific, formative event in one's life. In my case, that formative event took place over seven nights...
LEGALESE: Don't read this if you are underage, if it is illegal in your area, if it is offensive to you, or if you cannot distinguish fiction from reality. This is a work of fiction. All sexually active characters are above the age of consent on their planet of origin. Many thanks go to RF-Fast for editing and polishing. Any bad grammar left is wholly on m...
He looked down before entering her and gazed upon her magnificent breasts. Even supine, they weren't much flattened. At fifteen years his junior, she was really more than he could handle, but he loved trying, and he loved her. She was insatiable—perfect for him because he could have her whenever he wanted, but not so much for her because it was not nearly of...
This story was inspired by a bulletin board post on Literotica. This story is a complete fabrication and persons named herein bare no resemblance to any persons dead or living. * * * * * The Hotel is a modest affair compared to some of the big ones that populate the Mexican Riviera! We're not state of the art, but we offer good clean accommodations for a m...
*** Author's Note: This is not a new story or a re-write. I realized that when I posted this story the italics and bolds were removed. I am reposting it because I feel that removing these marks takes away from the feel of the story. Again please vote and feel free to leave a comment. *** The Ad: Amy Beijar nudged the door shut with her foot as she rifled t...
Chapter One. I met Eric at the tennis club I had joined. We were both single men with no set schedule to speak of, so we played together pretty often. I'm a pretty laid back guy on most things, but tennis was one of the few things I was competitive at. Eric, it turns out, was the same way, and some of our arguments over points almost devolved into fistfight...
Prologue Even after all these years, she didn't really know what she was or why she did the things she did. She was like a programmed machine -- programmed to do one thing, and she did it damned well. She knew there were others out there like her, but she had never met them. At least not in a conscious state. Legend had it that succubae and incubi came to...
Hey Folks. This one took a while. After "Sparty Party" I had a lot of things to do for my classes and a few for my gorgeous wife. This was originally meant as a Halloween story, but I think it's okay any way. Thanks for Barney -R doing his usual editing wizardry. Thanks also to all of the wolverine fans and Spartan fans who realized that "Sparty Party" was t...