Author's Note: This crossover involves characters from another of my stories, Eroji. You may want to read that first, though it's not on Literotica. -- Hi, my name is Tom. I immolated a homeless person to summon a succubus to serve me, but I messed up the summoning. Instead of taking my soul, she stays here on Earth, killing the occasional person and smoki...
Musings, Memories and a Plan Ann opened her eyes at first light, wondered where she was. Her eyes traced the rough-hewn logs that formed the roof of the cabin. Lying half-covered next to Gerry she looked across the way at the sleeping, unclad forms of Laura and Pat, beginning to recall the details of the previous night. "Oh my fucking god" she mused, "this...
All characters depicted here are 18+ Barley raced home on his bike to confront Jay. He felt a rush of adrenaline coursing through him, he couldn't remember ever being so worked up before, or so hard. He had tucked his erection into his pants waist hoping it would subside but closing in on home he was still rock hard. He knew he couldn't confront Jay in th...
Copyright Oggbashan January 2018 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. +++ I was swinging my metal detector from side to side as I wal...
My love affair with my hairbrush began innocently enough. It wasn't an accident, but it was innocent. Back in my teenage years my mom insisted, no demanded, that I remain a virgin. That wasn't a real problem, because although a couple of my friends were going all the way with their boyfriends, it was a rarity. And when Jenny Ducca got pregnant, pure, chast...
Chapter 1 It was the day of my 18th birthday, today I would find out what magic I was going to have being the son of a wizard and necromancer. I really wish my dad could be here to see it but all the magic in the world can't help you when your blindsided by a drunk driver. My mom had taken it the hardest she could have saved him had she not given up her...
Chapter 3: Working Girl Diane Stone sat at her office desk trying to work, but concentration was not easy for her to come by these days. Her mind was awash in sexual thoughts and images. As a top executive in a major corporation, she made million dollar decisions and ruled the lives of thousands in the company. She should have been deciding how to deal with...
Once again I am back, dear readers! I really appreciate the votes for my first part of this story. The encouragement really goes a long way. The comments both here and in my email have been wonderful and I really am amazed that people have enjoyed my stories this much! I only hope that I can improve more with each story so criticism is honestly desired and w...
DEBRA My first day off at St. Ophelia Retirement Village dawned dark and wet and cold. I could hear that magic sound of rain spattering on my window. Pulling the blankets up I tried to go back to sleep but I'm one of those people who can't help but get up and into the day. I rolled over and jerked off, had a shower, got dressed and went in search of break...
This story is in three parts and begins in 1985 when I was 18 and finally ends last year. "Miss Simpson! Go straight to the Headmaster's room now!" Mr. Flanders shouted as he pointed to the Religious Knowledge classroom door. I shrugged my shoulders and slowly made my way to see Mr. Skinner for the third time that week. With hindsight, at that time of my l...