I am seated on the couch in a short poet's nightshirt. It is white with some delicate embroidery. A strap has fallen off my shoulder. One leg is tucked under me while the other dangles to the floor. It is an innocent, almost childlike pose, yet risque in position. I am wearing no makeup, freshly showered, my skin smells of vanilla. You are seated comfortably...
It had been a while since I had met someone like Paul. A long time ago, we were introduced, then we didn’t talk for a while. One day he contacted me, however, and we started talking, immediately clicking on all sorts of levels. We had a lot in common, but there were enough differences between us to make decidedly deep arguments interesting. We talked every n...
(c) GratefulFred The King begins to speak to our rag tag group of randomly picked adventurers. "Dear brave noble warriors..." Suddenly the king stops speaking as an advisor whispers something in his ear. The king lets out a weak cough and continues. "Dear randomly picked adventurers whom have the misfortune of being drafted to tackle the menace of the ar...
(( Author's Note: Once again, in my fit of inspiration, I leave behind a mess that makes little sense or impact. This post and all others later written by me will be undergoing significant amounts of intensive editing. Otherwise, feel free to post anything you like. The thread has been set to Public after all. Note 2: Posts are notorious difficult to organiz...
I. The Message Paul Norton sat in his dimly-lit room somewhere in the suburbs of Boston. He looked outside and saw a blizzard pounding the neighborhood. White-skinned and with blond hair, Paul suffered from an overactive intelligence which compelled him to notice things that other people did not. He disliked authority's instructions, and frequently called...
This is Literotica, meaning that virtually all of the stories here will include at least one sex scene. However, there are probably quite a few people who wish to submit a tale or two to Literotica, but feel that writing a sex scene is a daunting task. To be honest, it is, even for those of us with a large number of submissions on Literotica. Sex is not a c...
A text was sent by Him around eight o'clock that evening. The order was to use the spare key under the welcome mat and clean the House to His standards by the time He was to be off work, not half an hour from the time of the message. A secondary message added that He was to later on have Guests over. With the fear of God imprinted upon her at the thought o...
I never intended to write a sequel to "Jezebel It Was You" (published October 27, 2016 in Loving Wives) however the comments and emails I received seemed to want one, and the more I thought about it, the more I wanted to see what happened too; so here it is. As we left the characters, Blake and Clarisse were touring the U. S. in a classy RV, fucking up a st...
Chapter 08 -- The End With the portal completed, Lexington realized he quickly needed to get rid of Esther. As the two dressed, Esther seemed uncomfortable with Lexington's quietness. "What are your intentions, truly?" Esther asked. "They're as I told Shadohinus. The current state of this realm is no long appealing." "We still require the aid of Shadowme...
Beltane is the pagan festival of fire and fertility. In the wheel of the year Beltane is also known as May Day when we dance around the omnipotent phallic symbol, the May Pole. The red and white ribbons woven around the May Pole represent blood and semen; the quintessential fusion of female and male energies that are the creative life force. It's Beltane tra...