Notes: 1) If you see this anywhere but Literotica, it isn't supposed to be there! ***** Lislora couldn't fight a rising apprehension as the prayers went on. Had Isonei woken and been angry with the King? Had the woman's condition gotten worse or had she died? It took a great deal of effort not to fidget and a glance at her grim-faced cousin told her he was...
Breaking the fourth wall here, yesterday I had all four of my wisdom teeth removed and I'm a tad loopy from the pain killers. I'm stuck in my house and decided this is a good way to kill time, sorry if the quality of the story is not that great. ***** I think small cocks are easily the best. They're just so easy to fit in your hand, most futas with small p...
"Pardon me, Sir?" Facing away from the entrance of the study, Conrad Taihn did not shift his gaze from the flickering gold-red flames nestled in the pit of the stone fireplace. "Yes, Tibbs," the middle-aged male said softly. Dropping his own eyes respectfully, the servant in his black, Spartan uniform replied, "As much as I am loath to interrupt you, e'en...
The reward for Wen's latest book was absolutely darling. It was a set of fingerpicks, plectrums for when she played the zither. They were made of tortoiseshell, unlike the animal teeth versions Wen had been using up until that point. She spent an hour or so playing her zither with these fingerpicks, while the Emperor relaxed nearby, sipping flowery water and...
Peter stood in the finely decorated vestibule of the Lord Ashford's manor house. He was a attractive young man, all of eighteen winters, with short, dark hair and pale, creamy skin. Currently he was dressed in the common garb of the peasantry: an overlarge homespun brown tunic, gray woolen leggings, and, his most expensive article, a pair of beaten leather b...
From within the great clock tower, the bells tolled the hour, and the princess felt again the familiar pang betwixt her thighs. It seemed an age to her since her own chimes had sounded, since she'd last pleasured herself while they sounded. She discovered she somehow missed them. In fact, she very nearly longed to hear them, if only to know she'd be under h...
Dylan Goldberg wasn't what most people expected from her looks and origins. Long, naturally blonde hair, green eyes, buxom and curvaceous body, and born and raised in California. Despite all this seeming to make her the stereotypical valley girl, Dylan was actually self-conscious, insecure, socially awkward, and something of a shy nerd. She'd come to Italy's...
After the Inquisitor had left, she dressed in a sumptuous silk robe, and immediately set about searching for any possible escape. But soon, she discovered she was quite imprisoned. The walls were thick stone, and only two doors exited from it. One led back into the Inquisitor's chamber of delights, the other she knew not where, only that it was locked fast....
Author's Note: Okay, I have been getting more emails/comments on how the centaur anatomy works, that it seems I need to address it directly. Ever see a cat lie down on its side? Better yet – ever see a horse lie down on its side? Centaurs are able to do so, thus able to hold their mates close facing each other while lying down. For the 'he leans over her' pa...
This is a story set in a generic fantasy universe, probably the start of a series of stories that will share the same background, but at its heart it's about a spoilt young woman, her maid, and a stable boy... [Note: all characters are over 18] * Alicia lazed in bed, watching the sunlight slant across the room and the dust motes dance in its beams. She wa...