Aurora, Wayward Series Pt. 6 Synopsis: A long-forgotten wayward people. A War Hero was rescued and given a new lease on life. Every lease has a cost. (The follow-on Series to Astra) Inspired by so many things but not endorsed by any of them. © EmotionalStorm July 2020. This story cannot be transferred to any other site besides Literotica.com without prior...
Cassidy stirred slowly, one sense awakening at a time. It was a smell that had roused her, a sweet and pleasant smell that reminded her of summer at her childhood cabin on Lake Michigan. It smelled like wet earth and cool night air. As the smell wrapped itself around her, her other senses emerged. She heard pounding music and loud voices, though the sounds w...
Author's note: This is Part Three of a five-part series. In order to better appreciate this story, I encourage you to first read Part One and Part Two. * I awoke the following morning after only a few hours of sleep. I found that it was incredibly difficult to sleep, as my blood was supercharged with a combination of adrenaline and hormones. I couldn't wai...
"I can't fucking stand you!" she screamed. "Get OUT of MY kitchen!" "The feeling is mutual, honey, but I'm not going anywhere," he declared, egging her on. "Vat tis the meaning ov dis...dis...velling?" the maitre'd asked in his thick accent as he burst into the kitchen from the front of the house. "Yous are dee-sturbing my guests!" "Get that VILE man OUT...
The eve of your final day was upon me. I had spent the last nineteen evenings acclimating you to this life, teaching you of mine and this house's past. You had learned intimate details of myself, my loved ones, my shortcomings, and my triumphs. I sat behind the polished oak desk as you walked into my study, my hands folded over the surface. You were dressed...
"Ginger Snap" All was peaceful on a Monday afternoon. Charles saw Hillary that day before one. She had on something casual, an unusual look for her. Her top was a blue striped tee with a gold chain belt. She had hug tight jeans with an anchor at the back pocket. And she had red sneakers. "Well, Hillary, is it casual day at your office?" "If you are referr...
First a "mea culpa" to those readers who think that I have "weaseled out" by not submitting this chapter immediately after Chapter 1. I am new at this game of writing fictional stories and submitting them for public consumption. I take this as a lesson learned. Thank you dear readers. It would be in the best interest of the reader to have read Suspicion - C...
(Femslash. Rory/Paris/Ms. Peters. Notes. This story takes place after my story "Detention". As far as I can determine Ms. Peters, the faculty advisor for "The Franklin" never had her first name given. Therefore I have chosen one for her. As always, the characters are not mine. They are the creation of Amy Sherman-Palladino and belong to the WB and the CW. Th...
Vanessa ran a brush through her long, amber hair, and eyed herself in the mirror. Green eyes stared back at her. 'What do you think?' She asked them, silently, 'should I bother going to Hasita's party tonight?' Her mirror eyes looked back at her. Hasita had been planning this party for weeks, as a celebration of the end of their junior year in college. H...
This is the story of how I discovered sex, and found the best three friends I've ever had. And by 'sex' I don't just mean the normal guy on top, in the bed, blow job if you feel naughty, fuck for fifteen minutes then go to sleep, type of sex. But all the other stuff they told you not to do: group sex, sub/dom sex, outdoor sex, butt sex, lesbian sex, butt lic...