The Gambler The style was called "Anguish." It was the latest fashion rage—dress your woman in haute-couture, bind her in some minor way, and then hurt her ...just a little ...just enough to draw out her beauty. It looked sophisticated when it was done properly, with a light touch. This definitely was not the case for the contract-girl across the aisle. H...
My Freshman Year, Chapter 2A, The Initiation, Becoming a Woman To understand what is going on in Chapter 2A, go to Chapter 1, The Beginning. Chapter 2 is longer than I thought it would be so I had to split Chapter 2 into 2 parts because Chapter 2A is already twice as long as Chapter 1, The Beginning, which I thought was long. The reason Chapter 2A is so lo...
Authors Note: This is my 600 and final submission to Literotica. I have said before that I would stop at 100, then 200, 300, 400 and 500 but each time I continued on. I may return at later date but for now I want to take the time to read more of other author's submissions. This final story is devoted to the best sex partner I ever had, Cathleen. I have used...
The overland bus leaned into the mountainous turn, as if to give the passengers a better view at the steep mountain side. Desert dust, no plants, only a few large boulders pigmented the drab sight. Regardless, the class was cheery. The rare field trip let them see something other than a ruined city. Mountain peaks, drop offs, and large boulders were still a...
Author's Notes: This is the sequel to "Shilana's Trial" and it incorporates characters from "Reunion" as well. I tried to make this story as accessible as possible, but you might get more enjoyment out of this if you go back and read those other two first. A huge "Thank you" to all the people who helped refine this tale. You know who you are. As always, t...
Edited by Over_Red ***************** I had just passed the werewolf that had nearly eaten me the night before. He had been browsing the stores on the promenade of the Springfield mall. I had managed to keep calm and get to my car without being spotted by the werewolf, although he had picked up my scent, scaring me shitless. Once behind the wheel of my In...
Tray tables rattled and the entire plane shook as it descended on our final approach to Las Vegas. I looked up from my book, catching expressions of shock on a handful of the first timers -- their dreams of a wild time in Vegas evaporated into visions of a shocking plane crash. My eyes went back to my book as I smiled to myself. The desert air frequently...
Copyright PennameWombat December 2018 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actua...
I was lucky enough to own my own business, not too bad for someone who was an art major in college. It wasn't glamorous, it wouldn't land me in the Fortune Five Hundred, but it satisfied me and I made a pretty decent living. Enough, in fact, that my wife didn't have to work if she didn't want to. That was exactly what she did for the first five years, but...
One - Lexi Sharon 'Shaz' Johnson purred and rolled over to give me a last, long, lingering kiss. There was still some residue of her husband Richard's cum on her cheek and there was certainly still plenty of it on mine. She glanced at him, kneeling on the floor next to the bed we were entwined upon, his once impressive erection now a thing of memory, a last...