As I guessed, the previous chapter wasn't as well received. Unfortunately, the darker side of Aiya becomes a recurring instance for the rest of the story. Despite the more playful beginning of the story, this was actually the intent pretty much all along. As well, I've been doing some sample writing here and there, so I will try and do some side stories fro...
June, 1915 Paris, France "A toast! A toast to Robert," cried Sergei Hoffmann, over the din of well-wishers. "Hear, hear!" was the response from several corners of the room. We were gathered in the private room of a well-known Paris restaurant for the traditional bachelor's night, and the good food and copious amounts of spirits in all varieties had made...
2003: Rosanna had only received one phone call from Matilda in the two weeks since her abrupt departure. She called to say that she was fine and would be staying with a friend in upstate New York. She did not offer a name and Rosanna stubbornly did not ask for one. She simply listened, her blood boiling and temples throbbing as Matilda explained that she nee...
A note to readers: This is a long story that unfolds chapter by chapter through the eyes of two protagonists – Mark and Elsa, and as in many of my other stories involves a growing spate of horny characters. Every ten chapters or so I will provide a short summary at the start of that episode to bring new readers up to date. This story could appear in a number...
"Fuck me, fuck me with that huge cock, you old bastard. Take my little girl cunny. Fill me with your seed, plant a baby up in my belly, you perverted old fart. FUCKKKKKK MMMMEEEE!" "Not bad, Kayla, not bad at all. Nice touch with the 'perverted old fart' part. He'll really love that. Dr. Love gets into nasty mouthed little bitches when you talk like that. I...
Written after falling for the beautiful Madison Hinton, the "Bitch with a Dick". - I have no clue as to what led me into this club tonight, but I'm here and I'm going to enjoy it, even more so while gulping down my third Long Island. I had to remember to go to the club's second bar as to not be considered a drunk. I was a social drinker, and tonight, i pla...
A few years ago, on holiday in the Canaries, where I have had several pleasant interludes, I met and had a few enjoyable days with a man I will call Ted. He was a fine raconteur, and claimed that his aunt had initiated him sexually. Noting that some Literotica readers have a taste for tales of incest, if auntiepussy is taboo, I offer what I can recall of Ted...
The following day we had more fine weather. I was not alone with Marc until shortly after noon when we made ready to return. Once again we were in the cockpit motoring and Sylvie was below. Marc opened with, "I hear you had a great time yesterday." Me coyly, "Very much. You know how much I like the boat and the water." "I meant later, last night." "I enjo...
Caitlyn Janice Moore is the name and wickedness is the nature of my game. I'm a six-foot-tall, lean and athletic, blonde-haired and green-eyed Irishwoman living in the city of Ottawa, Ontario. I'm openly queer, and I am sole heiress to a multi-million-dollar fortune. By day, I am a Psychology student at the University of Carleton. At night, I am something el...
(*note from author- a sequel to this story is entirely possible, if people are interested in it. I quite like the character, I think she's really interesting to write, so please let me know and I can work on her a little bit more!) ****** I have a rather unusual occupation. I am neither dominatrix or whore, courtesan nor cam girl. I am your every fantasy....