Prologue I stood in the shade of the trees, looking out into the valley below me. Behind me, the main cave entrance to the den carved into the side of a mountain. With a deep sigh, I walked down the steep slope, down into the gorge for a quick walk through the forest that I knew so well. I took the trail that I hadn't used in so long that twisted on a sceni...
This is a Valentine's Day contest story. Please vote. * Man invents the perfect Valentine masturbation toy. Dave is my next door neighbor and he's always busy doing something in his workshop. He thinks of himself as something of an inventor but, except for a few around the house, handy dandy gadgets that he created, I haven't seen anything of significance...
Steve Marshall rolled into Wodonga and met with his contact; the manager of the Best Western Motel. The manager had spotted Michele's blue Ford and checked the guest register and discovered that the driver of the Ford, a 'Ms Mary Smith', was currently occupying room 113. The night clerk had described the woman to the manager; and then the manager had contact...
Gina's fun to write about. Here she is again. This story falls after "Dylan Gets Luckier," but as always you can enjoy it without reading about any of Gina's previous adventures. Enjoy! * * * The trouble was, I was no longer amused by Andy Temple. He'd started as a simple diversion, a fun little pulse of carnal sunshine in what had become, if I'm being h...
Pincushion was feeling a little perplexed. Her position as the main object of Daddy Bills ministrations was being seriously challenged and she felt the slight to her self-importance far more deeply than any prior discomfort suffered to acquire the adornments she displayed with such great pride. Unable to show her protests orally because of the intervening sw...
When I can't sleep, I write bedtime stories for those of you who like a little light reading before falling asleep. I lead you to the bed and tell you to lay down on your back. You smell so deliciously clean and your body emits heat from the bath you just got out of. As you lay there, I admire your body. In the years that have passed, your body has lost its...
I sat on the porch with Leroy, watching him try to hit the dog with the watermelon seeds he was spitting. The guy is so much fun! He managed to get Rufus right between the eyes. He turned to me and grinned. "I would have hit that damn dog if that little bastard hadn't gotten in the way," he chuckled. "Can't you get the kids to play in the street or somethin...
Rhonda was outside talking to Janus when Jenni arrived back at the office. Jenni noticed they were very near the same corner of the building where Colette had indicated she'd pulled Janus around and had her way with him. She wished she hadn't told Rhonda that story, and uneasily she saw Rhonda look at her wickedly, or so she thought. "The courier's been and...
Author's note: The following chapter is a continuation of the INTERNATIONALLY acclaimed erotic literature (and foolishly named) "Nude Day Texas Hold 'Em". That piece of artistry won a MAJOR PRIZE (ok, it was $75 in gift certificates at the Literotica toy store) for the Nude Day writing contest (every time I hear of a 'major prize' I'm reminded of that classi...
Prologue: Cassidy Hawthorne lay where she had been for the better part of the last three years, in a hospital bed. She stared up at the white-washed ceiling letting her mind wander as the ever-constant chirps and chimes of the various monitors connected to her person bled into background. Her nose and throat had long since gotten used to being dry and uncom...