Chapter 1 The planet Bacchus was apparently named after some ancient God of Harvest and Wine. This God was supposed to represent having a good time. As Bron shoved another corpse into the reclamation vat he considered the hellish reality behind the face of the 'party planet'. Bacchus was dedicated to the pleasures of the flesh. If it felt good, tasted good...
Note to readers: I was advised by several readers that they couldn't access Page 3 of Part 2. I advised Literotica of this, but in the mean time I've included it with Part 3, that's why Part 3 is a little longer than usual. As usual, I appreciate that you took time to read my stories. That being said, remember folks, this is FICTION. ***** Chapter 8 I ret...
The last day. He had a shower, and standing there in just his towel he drank his first cup of tea, looking out of the window to see Mrs Booth on their balcony decking stretching and straining as she did each morning, only this time she had the most brutal looking pattern of red stripes on her arse cheeks as a vivid reminder of what they had gotten up to not...
Author's Notes: In Part 2 Ben begins to connect with this neighbors in new and unexpected ways. All characters engaging in sexual relationships or activities are 18 years old or older. ******** Chapter 7 Ben's first sensation was scent. Spice, warm, rich, he felt himself floating through it. Sound was next but it came in slowly and the tone was wrong...
Chapter 1, The middle. It was hardly a fairy-tale start to their relationship, but Zoe and Cole were besotted. He was 27 and she was 19. Cole's divorce to his ex-wife Vicky had been an easy process since he had given her more than she should ever have been entitled to. They signed the documents and that was it. They were over and would never have to acknowl...
This is the fourth part of my story about a mature married woman who becomes the family breadwinner after her husband has an accident. She becomes a Secretary for her Husband's Boss. Please read the previous chapters first as this will tell you the background to how we have got to here. As usual comments and ratings are appreciated and welcome. =========...
Warning: This chapter features especially jiggly tits, Basketball, Homework, Cute waiters, Red Lipstick, Evening dresses, Boob pride, Body language, Not-body language, Dick swaps, Guy-on-girl blowjobs, Facials, Talent swaps, Height Swaps, Toxic masculinity, Simmering Rage, Boring lectures, Sissy Professors, Fancy restaurants, and an assortment of climaxes, m...
It had really been weeks, but it seemed like years ago I stood in a suburban backyard watching fireworks clinking champagne glasses together and hugging everyone present wishing everyone a Happy New Year. "Charli, 2020 is going to be your year, I know it!" I could still hear my best friend Maddi telling me this as we hugged on the warm January morning as h...
Philanthropy This story occurred to me one evening, bored at home. It's a bit "not-normal" for me. Truth is, I wanted to examine a real asshole but with some redeeming qualities. The seed was planted, and I wrote Part One while in isolation because of COVID-19 regulations in Canada. I have all this time and I can't seem to focus on my professional writin...
Author's Notes: Rising above the station one is born into is not only a measure of financial success but demonstrates a profound strength of character. Overcoming the forces that maintain social stratification can seem insurmountable. Those with the will to succeed, the resilience to persevere, and the intelligence to distinguish true opportunities from fa...