*** Author's note: All characters are 18 or older. Don't mind if something isn't scientifically accurate, or if it correctly matches certain procedures in real life. This is fictional after all. Please do bear with the story, as it may seem a bit repetitive from chapter 3 here and there; it does move into new territory, as well. Hope everyone enjoys! ***...
**************** If you are younger than 18 or you are not of legal age in your jurisdiction, please exit this story immediately. This story contains graphic situations that are sexual in nature performed by consenting adults. This is my very first story. I now have a greater admiration for the writers here on Literotica because as I found out the hard way,...
I awoke to the sense that something was different. I realized I wasn't in my own bedroom. The only light was coming from somewhere behind the wall. Then I smelled the scent of fresh brewed coffee close by. I felt a warm body next to mine that held me in its grasp. It was female. I could feel the swell of her warm breasts against my back. And the faint smell...
Part 32: Epilog continued. This is the continuation of an email correspondence I had with a woman named Sharon Alderson. If you have not read the previous parts I suggest you go back and read from the beginning to get the full background. Due to renewed requests I am continuing to post my emails from Sharon. If interest warrants and I have the time I'll pos...
I woke in the morning feeling ever so slightly dazed. After a night filled with dreams of beautiful women in expensive and sexy evening gowns and a sense of general but vague excess. I had woken up surprised alone in my own bed. Feeling quite horny & very hungry for some reason. I thought I could smell cooking, meat being roasted, fresh bread and expensive c...
Here follows the full confession of Dominus Borjasin, notorious outlaw, cutthroat and slaver; delivered to the principal victims of his grievous depredations: the council and citizens of the township of Further Edgewater. A confession has been demanded of me, and so I will deliver one -- but I first intend to give a full account of my life. I insist upon t...
The Killers: A Love Story I needed a break from the book trudge that my alter-ego is in the middle of. So another one of my quasi-romances. I adapted the theme from The Killers, hence the name. And like the original, nothing in this story is as it appears. I hope that you enjoy it - but please send me feedback either way - DT _____________________________...
~~Jack~~ "You think I can have a mansion?" Julias shook his head and smirked down at him. "Think you can afford one?" "No, but, I have connections. You, for example." "I can't afford a mansion either, Jack, not in a dense city anyway. You think I'm a billionaire? I inherited this one." Hard to believe Julias couldn't afford a mansion, but then owning su...
This story is a mix between romance and magic. Can a Bunnies save a man's tortured soul? Constructive comments are very welcome. EVERYONE in the story is at least eighteen years of age and willing participants. Thanks to Headitor for editing support and creative assistance. Without them the story would never have made it - any remaining errors we missed - w...
The air was thick and hot as spiced honey, the sounds of the jungle ringing out through the dense, wide leaves that coated the forest floor. Above, the canopy nearly smothering the sun, birds singing in a chirping symphony, insects buzzing between the trees. One of the wide leaves was pushed aside, a woman stepping through. A human woman with pale skin and...