Readers: You may find this story to be quite different. The typical letters that I have received and subsequently submitted to Literotica have been from ladies. This fascinating tale comes from a male. Moreover, when assigning a category, I wasn't sure what category to assign. It could have just as easily labeled as interracial or fetish....maybe even BSDM....
Note: I wrote this story before seeing the movie "A.I." where I was surprised to see some of the same concepts presented. I'd like my readers to be aware that I did not deliberately copy ideas from that movie. * * * * * "And that brings the 180th annual Oscar Awards ceremony to a close. Goodnight everyone!" "Off," I said. The TV didn't respond. "Off!" I...
Shivering against the cold biting winds Morgan blinked back her tears as the casket was slowly lowered into the grave. The first snowflakes speckled across the tombstones was confirmation that Old Man Winter was about to spread a blanket across the cemetery as they laid Ben to rest. A week before Christmas, he'd finally given up the struggle against inoperab...
She seemed almost nervous, which was highly out of character for her. For the past two hours, she had paced the small cottage, frequently peeking out of the tiny window facing the sea. They never spoke much—or at all, really—but he was convinced he knew her well. One who lives in close proximity to another person for two years cannot help but learn a few th...
I was drifting through time in the library of a small village in Vermont one November afternoon, enjoying the swirl of leaves on tawny grass outside as autumn winds shouldered their way along the steep-walled valley that hemmed-in the little town. I was trying my best to ignore the pile of books on the table beside me. I had been looking for something in tho...
The emptiness was invaded as the void shattered in fiery splinters of burning pain, each stabbing deeper, penetrating the shroud of comforting death. Distant screams rumbled through the darkness, stirring life in a once desolate vessel. From the fractured remains of reality consciousness slowly filtered through bringing with it the consuming despair of def...
Foreword Dr. Nina Wilde and Eddie Chase are characters created by Andy McDermott, author of a wonderful series of novels which I like to describe as "Indiana Jones on steroids." Nina is an American archaeologist, Eddie her British ex-mercenary bodyguard-turned-fiancé and eventual husband. Together they have made unbelievable discoveries, beginning in the fi...
A grin showed at your request. "Oh... how was my night with Lorelai? Oh, I really shouldn't talk about that, my pet..." I smile at your fussed look. "Well it's in the past now and nothing to hide, so it's harmless to speak of it I suppose." With a happy sigh, I place a hand upon my chest. "Lorelai is a sheep I am truly fond of..." # I sat in the backseat...
A week had passed since the night at the Polygon, and Jimmy had brought Sophie back to his home. She had stayed since, even bringing a small suitcase from her apartment with clothes inside. Jimmy did not refuse her, and continued to crash on the couch to avoid being alone, or near his bed with Sophie. The private security firm that Jimmy worked for as a doo...
Author's Note: The Village Sluts is a story focused around two women who continue to grow their bond and fall in love as they experiment with their shared fetishes. This story, therefore, contains strong scat and pee play. This includes smearing, tasting, eating, soiling, etc. If you do not share these fetishes, please stop reading. If you do continue to re...