Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex. ***** Author's Note: This is not my first attempt at writing erotic literature, but it is the first time I've felt proud and confident enough to go through with publishing on Literotica. This first chapter is an introduction to the setting and a sex scene that aligns with most o...
Note- This is not a portrayal of true events, but complete fiction. xxx September, 2019. There were two camps in England, broadly speaking, when it was announced that Prince Harry was to wed the vibrant young Hollywood actress Meghan Markle. Those who rejoiced in the news and those who said it would last a year. Self centred, single minded and insincere...
Look, I'd like to say it was my husband's fault – but that's simply bullshit. There's no blame here. I have to question the use of "blame" anyway, since I'm the one who thought about it, who fantasized about it, who initiated it and who went through with it. And I'm also the one who plans to continue doing it. Well, that's what I'm here to tell you. In my c...
A shiny silver BMW 4 series convertible pulled into the driveway of a middle class suburban home on the outskirts of Los Angeles. The driver's door opened; a set of expensive-looking stiletto heels planting themselves on the carefully paved drive one by one as brunette actress Emma Watson stepped out of the luxury vehicle. A designer handbag clutched in one...
And so marched onward the hunters of Blackmere... It is 1897, the twenty-eighth of May. My name is Brialla Wren, and I am the newest member of the Blackmere Society, a hidden cadre of hunters consisting of creatures that would be feared, would be dreaded, were there not a far greater evil lurking beneath us. This night, sleep comes deep and restfully, my...
The bandit king stood over her, his thick cock rock-hard and ready to violate her. Grabbing her knees and roughly forcing her legs apart, Princess Felicia gasped as her barbarian lover lined himself up with her entrance, the tip of his cock resting against her aching pussy. "Are you ready, whore?" She could only gasp in response, her eyes burning with arous...
Grace had been stapling papers for the past thirty minutes. I swore to God if she didn't stop within five, I'd staple her perfect little manicured hands to her desk. I had had two cups of decaffeinated tea this morning and a fifteen minute walk around the MMG building, but I was still jittery, unable to focus on prepping the client account for the department...
Erin Wilson put the finishing touches to her make up before tying her long blond hair into a tight bun. She looked at herself in the mirror. She was a model of neat professionalism in her business suit with buttoned up blouse. Her confident looks hid her nervousness - today was an important day and she knew it. Play this right and her career could skyrocket....
Many folks have read about and/or seen a series of pictures of the Brown sisters, four siblings who had their photos taken together, posed in similar settings and in the same order from left to right, by professional photographer Nicholas Nixon, the husband of one of the girls. They began in 1973 and continue yearly to this day, at least thru 2017. I haven't...
After what had been happening to me these last few days and weeks, I couldn't wait to get to work on Monday morning. Since having had a threesome with my husband Jim and a temp from work in a hotel I'd become a real slut. I needed and craved cock. I realised how much I loved to be fucked. And not just straight vanilla sex anymore. I loved having all my holes...