Dear Literotica Editor: There are italics in this submission that I would like retained. Thanks! Author's Note: This is a sequel series to Amy, Captured. For the full experience, please read through that one first. Okay, we're back! So this is chapter nine, another one that I don't really have much to say about. Many thanks to Isabel and Allyourbase for t...
Grant snow was a professional photographer, he had become disillusioned with the world of glamour photography due to the constant prima donnas being sent to him for assignments. The professional models who he had to photograph were either so stuck up their own backsides or high on drugs he found it hard to motivate himself anymore. So he decided to go back t...
I knew a lot of cute girls in college, and Sheryl was one of the top ten. Although short, she had the face of a model and a body good enough to represent her sorority in the annual campus bikini contest (she was third runner-up). She was smart and fun to be around, and I'm sure I wasn't the only guy who was frustrated by the fact that she as a "good" girl wh...
This exchange of messages between husband (in italics) and wife was found on an unlocked cell phone left on an airplane. Someone may have burned their thumbs creating this: W—Are you there? H—Yes. W—What are you doing? H—Sitting in SBUX. I should be working on the novel but I'm blocked. W—So tell me a dirty story. You never seem to block on those. :) M...
I woke up, habitually silencing the scream that was building inside of me. After one night of calm, relaxing sleep, my night terrors had finally found their way back; stronger than ever, it seemed. The effect of this particular dream had me lying tense but shivering in bed, the long, old nightgown that Gabriella had given me, with a laugh, twisted around me,...
This series of stories is a mixture of fact and fiction. The factual parts are pretty hot and could stand alone as great sexual adventures. The fictional parts are situations that for one reason or another never quite materialized (except in my mind, and hopefully in the minds of the other people who missed out.) The names have been changed or rearranged to...
Jon Laurent stepped into the room, his Shadow Dagger out in front of him in a defensive posture. Two Magi stood across the stone kitchen from him. Both of their eyes glowed silver. The one on the left was tall with long dark hair that was matted against his head. He had dark circles under his eyes and a weeks-old beard covered his jaw. In short, he had the...
The year was 1974. Rhett Ballard, like an arrow against the wind, tilted his Harley chopper towards the approaching bend, watching more of the Sonora desert, wildly greened with cactus bushes, roughed up with rocks, come hurtling towards him. Air frantically combed his shoulder length black hair, beard, and glided smoothly across the chrome plating of his Ha...
My hand was shaking uncontrollably as I reached for the doorbell. Here I was, standing on the front steps of Mandi Thompson, the hottest girl in school, about to take her to the senior prom. I still couldn't believe that she had said yes when I asked, but I was sure glad she did. It had started out as a joke amongst my friends. I had been bragging about ho...
"So what are we going to do about our invitation to dinner of the guy who had his fingers in my pussy?" Chloe asked, challenging Chris. "I don't know, it would be very rude to just cancel wouldn't it?" He replied. "Well, we could just wait and see what comes up on the fantasies on Friday, maybe it will be a good thing if he comes to dinner, depending on th...