Not exactly what Orwell had in mind, thought Blaise. He thought he'd been forced to read it for a literature class at Swarthmore. He'd suspected the professor was some kind of communist intellectual. He didn't remember much of the book, but unless it had been about swim-up bars and off-pink stucco, it had missed the mark, at least from where he stood, whi...
The moon? Where is it? Will it ever return? Or did this little fairy make it angry? She just cannot seem to focus without the moon gazing down on her. Oh well, maybe she will make an attempt to find the moon again... when it is full and bright. Though, hopefully the full moon would not trigger a nasty bite. She was out on a rock one night, rod in hand as s...
I was in a bar one night with some friends. You know, the usual beer and bullshit session. Conversation turned to how many women we used to pick up when we were younger and how, as you get older, it's not as easy as it used to be. And of course after a few beers, there's always the one who wants to make a wager. Everyone puts in 20 dollars and the first one...
I sat there in the almost pitch dark room. Almost pitch dark because there was a bit of a glow from the little light on the computer monitor signifying that it was in sleep mode. I sat there with a headful of thoughts that I wished I didn't have. The door opened admitting a shaft of light and my wife came into the room. "What are you doing in here? I've bee...
The following story is for the 2019 Literotica Geek Pride Story Event. Just short bit of fun at a convention with a bit of a bidding war. Hope you all enjoy! *** Anthony made his living as a freelance writer. This was both a blessing and a curse for him. He got to talk about all his favorite stuff, but the pay was not always the best. His primary focus was...
I suppose the best way to start is by telling a little about me not that there is much to say, I’m 29 years old, stand five foot ten inches tall and probably just a tad over weight. No I don’t work out I find those guys with a six pack quite false and ugly and some of them have bigger boobs than my wife, but then I guess I would say that. In my early years...
Pauline woke suddenly from a dream. She lay in a sumptuous bed, the coverings scarlet in a room of scarlet. It was the second day of her confinement, the second day of his anger. She blinked, rubbing her bleary eyes as she stretched in the bed. He had been kind to her in his anger, had had the servants arrange a breakfast tray beside her bed. The food, by n...
Glenside could be described as the perfect neighbourhood. It's the kind of neat suburban community where everyone likes to fit in, and everyone knows what's expected of them. So, when a house becomes vacant, there's always a feeling of trepidation about who the new occupants might be, and whether they'll be 'one of us'. It's particularly unsettling when ne...
With C&C from D.B. Story **** **** **** (Herm/Bi-'bot, Bi-'bot/M-'bot, rom, oral, SciFi, ASFR) WRITER'S NOTES: This part takes place six weeks after Part One. It is written in first person with Deanna's POV. Marlenn's POV will be displayed in italics (in HTML format) or framed with six asterixes at the start and end of the section (in TXT format). Marlen...
I live in a leafy town just outside London. Last summer a lady, called Pauline, moved into the vacant house next door. She seemed to keep herself to herself. She was a large lady who gave the impression that she wasn’t the sort to be messed with. I’ve always had a thing for large dominant women, and often imagined what it would be like to be dominated by one...