I went to bed early last night around 7:30pm. I had such a bad day; kids screaming gave me a terrible headache. I lay in bed for hours trying to go to sleep. Finally sweet peaceful slumber found me. Lost to dream world my mind decided to release the tension that had built all day. I was drifting through a surreal world. Where men were built like Greek gods...
***Note from Author: After many weeks of internal debating, I have decided to post my own short story for the first time on Literotica. Any asterisk means internal thought. I would love to hear from you! Any feedback would be appreciate it. **** ***** Nathan rubbed the back of his neck and glared at her. He kept tapping his finger on table between them. T...
A big thank you to Onika for editing my story. The story has very little character development - it's all fantasy action. It's explicit and doesn't seek to be anything more than it is - a fantasy without too much explanation. Constructive comments are welcome but disparaging remarks will be deleted. ***** No-one knew where Ethan originally came from, it wa...
Shellie stood in the middle of the shower cubicle. Hot water cascaded in tiny droplets over the generous swell of her breasts. Her nipples stiffened and tingled under the stream. She leaned her head back and sighed as the spray soothed her flesh. The fingers of one hand brushed across her throat and dipped to the slope of her chest. The tips slipped over h...
She was a zit, a swollen, white headed bubble ready to burst and squirt whenever he decided to pinch her in that very special way. Not necessarily painful, nor unsightly if you are into that sort of thing. Bright red at the edges and white in the center, she'd personify that zit wearing red latex and lace over her pale, pale flesh. Like any zit, he harbored...
I walk into the door of our bedroom, holding a brown paper bag. You run to me wrapping your arms around me and lean in for a kiss. You tear at my clothes, pulling the buttons off my shirt, bite into my shoulder. I set the bag down. I press you against me, then hold your shoulders and push you away. You ask if something's wrong. But I assure you that everyth...
It's cliche, but I never understood the undefinable and unreachable idea that is love. Some say that it's a chemical reaction in the brain and that it isn't real. If that's true, then is our sadness not real? Is our happiness not real? Who knows? What I do know is the chemical reaction in my brain says I want to touch her skin and feel her shudder under...
This is a humorous take on Santa, please laugh and remember to vote. Dear Santa, Last year you screwed me! I am not some cheap little whore. I maybe a blonde bombshell that stands taller than you, but I have a mind and free will. I could have been a model if I wanted to. I could have been anything I wanted to be, if I set my mind to it. Just because I wor...
The reflection that gazed back at her was unrecognizable, though it is her image that she gazes upon. Bare of clothes, she stands silent before the mirror, hooded eyes sweeping over her nakedness trying to see what tickles the senses of others. Thick, honey colored hair cascades over her shoulders, falling in wild abandon down her back tumbling to her tailbo...
You are exhausted, the flight from Singapore to Seattle has taken a lot out of you, but it does not stop your elation from being on home ground again. It's good to be home you think – and it's going to be good to have some "home loving" as well - a good home cooked meal, time with the family and sex. You have been working almost non-stop for a month and you...