As she walked by the mirror in the employee lunchroom, the elf stopped and looked deeply into the reflection she cast. In order to see herself completely, she found herself standing on her tip-toes and looking down into the edge of the mirror until her green shoes came into view, silver bells jingling as she hopped from foot to foot. She was dressed from hea...
Before kids, we had the opportunity to spend a three day weekend at a cottage of a friend. We had no idea what the accommodations would be like, except that it was a freebee. It turned out to be a gorgeous log cabin built along a small stream in the heart of the Virginia Mountains. We took advantage of a long weekend in the woods that forced the two of us to...
From the frequency with which Mei-Lien brought it up during our telephone conversations the next week, it was clear that the shopping trip which I had proposed was very much on her mind. After she had completed the more physically demanding portion of her exercises and had assumed the pose which I specified she adopt on her dildo, she would ask for more deta...
No Controlling Legal Authority Ch. 27: Courtroom Christmas "Well, I guess it's OK," Deputy Suggs muttered as he unlocked the courthouse door and held it open for Anne to enter the darkened hallway. "I know he'll be glad to see that," he said nodding at the package under her arm. She had showed him the label inscription, sort of like a safe conduct pass, whi...
I had not intended to write a Part 2 for "Discovering Hannah's Secret" but a Literotica reader approached me to do a follow up to the original for them and they liked it so much that they have convinced me to post it for others to read too. You need to read Part 1 to know what the characters are all about and I really hope you enjoy reading this story as mu...
When I first met Vanessa she was working for the same company I did, as the personal assistant to one of the managers. (I worked in the mail room.) I was struck by her the moment I saw her. She was a gorgeous girl with wavy, light brown hair which she usually wore tied back, pale skin, blue eyes and full red lips. She was always immaculately made up and perf...
Author's Note: My spiritual mother, Colonel Marina Raskova, founder of 588th Night Bomber Regiment -- what the Germans in WW2 called "Die Nachthexen," the "Night Witches" -- once asked me, "what is the purpose of prose if not poetry?" She delighted in French Avant-garde theater, Dada art, surrealistic verse, and so do I. If stream of consciousness bores you,...
Brushing a stray lock of ash blonde hair from her luminous blue eyes, Dawn Swenson stamped and sealed the last of twenty envelopes containing invitations to her Halloween party and sat back with a sigh. She would have much preferred e-mailing or texting her invitees, but Mother had insisted that she send invitations. That is what proper young ladies did when...
"Would you like to go to Greece?" The question broke Maggie out of her focus on the column of numbers on the computer screen in front of her. "Excuse me?" she asked, puzzled. Dorothy, the president of the Christian charity, had posed the question. "I'm serious," she explained. "I'm organizing a tour of our major contributors to visit Greece this summer. I...
[Setting the scene: this chapter takes place during the Battle of the Pelennor Fields. As King Théoden lies dying at her side, Éowyn faces down the Witch-king. Meriadoc the Hobbit is nearby, alive but overcome by horror. Caution: this chapter contains violence and nonconsensual sex.] 15 March 3019 (Third Age), Pelennor Fields "Come not between the Nazgûl a...