F5:Heirlooms of a Wicked Time (Author's note: This story is an entry into FAWC (Friendly Anonymous Writing Challenge), a collaborative competition among Lit authors. FAWC is not an official contest sponsored by Literotica, and there are no prizes given to the winner. Every story for this FAWC begins with the exact same line. Where it goes from there is up t...
Madonna didn't enjoy these charity ceremonies, but she did like the after show parties, and tonight, with Guy away filming in LA and the kids staying with their nanny, she decided to let her hair down and give it a go. The limo dropped her off at the end of the red carpet, and she was met by a battery of flashlights from the assembled paparazzi that were fig...
SUNDAY MORNING Laura drove her yellow Beetle along the familiar road to her office. It was a beautiful, warm summer day but she was annoyed. This was Sunday and she had to go to work to finish a report. “This is a day for the beach,” she said aloud. “If only I had finished that report on Friday. I’m paying for it now.” Laura’s financial report had to be o...
I’m Lady Denisa and I’d been devastated by the death of my only adulterous lover. I’d fucked the young black pilot that single wonderful night. With my husband away at war I’d been so frustrated. For the first and only time I’d given up my resolve to be faithful to my husband and mounted the boy’s big black cock. Only hours later I watched in horror as his...
Jim is regular at the bar I frequent. He is in his 80's somewhere but he always manages to be accompanied by some real beauties. I think he's a nice guy and he buys them drinks. They usually end up shooting pool and while Jim is really good for his age he always lets them win. I occasionally go back to watch them play and usually after a couple of games he s...
They say there is no such thing as falling out of love. All it proves is that you were never in love to begin with. Maybe that's true. But maybe it's just wordplay. The pain can be real enough, though. Alec Austin was like most men; he didn't want to really know the details. He knew he was cuckolded and it hurt, but so far that was mostly an abstract expe...
(Thank you for reading! As usual, please excuse the errors. I revisit and edit the stories once in a while. I’m open to pointers and constructive criticism so feel free to leave those sort of comments. If you have suggestions on what scenarios you’d like to see or, perhaps, requests? Feel free to leave those too. I’m new to erotica and write creatively as a...
I've run a B&B for about 15 years now in the Montana mountain ranges. My house is an old ranch home built by my Great Grandpa and has too many rooms and I don't have enough hands to clean them all. I don't typically get many visitors and don't do it for the money but rather the realization that our town four miles down the road doesn't have any hotels or rea...
A special thank to my editor grogers7 Back to Kieran I had to get out of that conference room. A few more minutes and I would have slapped Eileen then reached for her and cried on her beautiful bosom. I don't know how to describe the love I still felt for her and the rage that had me shaking from top to bottom. I was unable to deal with the mixed-feelings...
Author's note: Santiago is the first instalment in a new collection of shorter pieces. Each narrative - limited to 5,000 words or less - recounts a different real-life event. As much as possible, nothing has been embellished: things unfold very much as I experienced them. Some people's names have been changed, however, for all of the obvious reasons. ***...