A familiar yellow lab greeted Matt and Nicki at the door when they entered Matt's single story rambler. Nicki knelt down to let the dog smell her and scratched behind his ears, letting him lick her face. "Hey now, back off Harry," Matt said, pulling Nicki up to a standing position and pulling her into him. "That's my woman." Nicki grinned and let Matt kiss...
Authors note I hope all the other authors mentioned here understand and appreciate the extremely tongue in cheek nature of what I've written here. I love you guys and you are my inspiration, but I just couldn't resist this. All descriptions are purely fictional, since I've never met anyone from Literotica. It's just how I imagine people. Thank you immensel...
I don't understand why we're even talking about this. "First" it's a stupid movie made by a stupid director written by a moron. I can't and won't understand why you could find that crappy movie romantic. For some reason, I though, "all though I could be wrong" that you where a man, you know, one of the guys? I am I mistaken on this. Come on Gary, your saying...
For those who came in late, Matt McCoy – now Madeline Moreau – is on the run for a crime he did not commit, and a murder which she did...after returning to Paris, Maddy confronts her demons as she reclaims her destiny with the man who turned her into a woman. I was on cloud nine all the way to the apartment, even my taxi driver commented on how radiant I l...
The moment she left he called his florist, and had flowers sent to his girlfriend. He felt a little silly; being so attracted to a client. She obviously hated him. Maybe that was why it was thrilling. She was a challenge. No one was a challenge anymore. Maybe he could get between her legs, but her heart? She would keep that safe from him. So he sent flowers...
A comfortable silence stretched between Nicki and Matt and she couldn't help but smile. She probably looked completely goofy but she didn't care. Her lips still tingled from his kiss, and she got the feeling by the way he was looking at her that he felt it, too. "So..." Matt said, eyeing her. Nicki looked at him from under a thick blanket of black eyelash...
I've just read The Soulful Bard's intelligent and well-reasoned essay concerning Literotica's Loving Wives category. The essay, as I said, is well done, carefully crafted and informative. But I feel a need to add a bit to his essay, not to argue with anything Soulful Bard said, but to add a bit from my own perspective. Soulful's essay concerns itself with t...
For those who came in late, Matt McCoy -- now Madeline Moreau -- is on the run for a crime he did not commit, and a murder which she did....as the saga concludes, Maddy vows to end her life on the lam. By the author of The Jessica Project "Jacques, when I saw Dr. Villiers, the name I gave him was Madison Monroe. Do you think we can trust him not to talk to...
"Sometimes, I get tired of playing the Bull," Caleb Tully said in that deep, sonorous voice of his as he sat in the office of Dr. Alexandra Moreau in downtown Toronto, Ontario. Pacing back and forth as is his custom in times of excitement or distress, Caleb finally paused, and fixed his almond-shaped brown eyes on the psychiatrist who sat behind the desk, he...
The door slammed inches from her face, a menacing voice bellowed through the wood, "Dinner is a six, and by god daughter, you will there and appropriately dressed!" Ava suppressed an angry scream, tossing her long, tumbling auburn tresses back from her face, stormy green eyes glimmering. "This is ridiculous!" she hissed to herself, as she sat on her four...