The 'A Song from My Story, a Story for My Song' event is a challenge for authors to write a story inspired by a piece of music or song, where the brief is broad and the point is to use music 'to create something new and unique.' On this note, I'd like to thank Literotica author carrteun for organising this challenge. And Laurel, who runs Literotica, let's no...
It was the morning after my eighteenth birthday and I was still asleep when my older sister, Libby came bursting into my room to wake me up. "Come on Seth, wakey wakey, I want to hear what happened last night." I groaned and rolled over to look at my sis, "What happened was you abandoned you little brother at the pizza parlor and he had to hitch a ride wi...
Libby glanced over her shoulder and felt the goosebumps growing on her arms. Panicked that she would lose sight of him again, she quickly made her way to the window where he stood in conversation with the party's host. She turned too quickly though and before she knew what had happened, a tray of appetizers was scattered at her feet. She opened her eyes to t...
A short, short story Motorway service stations are what they are: a last resort. The petrol gauge is well and truly in the red. Your thirst is well and truly in the red. And it has been far too long since breakfast. Assuming that you remembered to have breakfast. I had been to Glasgow for a writers' festival. I had left again shortly before nine on the Mon...
My hips pitched forward instantly and my shaking hands barely had enough time to drop my phone before they were needed to hold my body up from slamming into the table in front on me. Medium level vibration was certainly a step up. With my rear thrust into the back of the leather sofa bench, my toes bracing myself against the two metal supports in the middle...
A trigger warning. Although the acts in this story are consensual, there are mentions of rape, which could be disturbing to some readers. ***** Liddy traced her finger over her clitoris, closing her eyes as she sank into her pillows, breathing deeply. Memories of the past weekend, spent naked in a snowy cabin in Vermont alone with Patrick, flooded her mind...
Mitchell tossed and turned in his sleep. His sheets were a tangled mess around his legs, his pillow soaked with sweat. Mitchell was restless because it was the witching hour, and even sleeping he knew she was coming. She didn't come to him every night. Mitchell supposed being a succubus was a busy occupation. He had no illusions about there being emotional...
Jodie always felt so stupid pulling up in such an oversized vehicle. Its giant silver mass was so redundant, especially when her little child clambered out and pulled on his back pack. Even now, as he sat behind her, lost in the swathes of stitched leather, the sheer decadence of the car annoyed her. Except, it wasn't decadent; everyone pulling up had the e...
Abstract: Bunny Nathalie finds the Bay Area's Bunnies are proving to be a hard bunch to keep under her control. In the small hours of the morning, deep below the museum atrium, Darby imitated a Geisha holding her body obediently stock-still in a seiza position as a metal grate dug into her nylon covered knees and ankles. Two staff Goth girls processed her...
As an eighteen year old boy Aaron didn’t have it good. His parents abandoned him to live abroad, thankfully they still send money from where ever they were. But other than that money his life wasn’t going too well he's on the verge of leaving his school. But that hasn't stopped the numerous bully's he's accumulated over the few years he's spent at the fairly...