Thank you all for your patience while waiting for this chapter to be finished. I will take a few minutes to explain what happened and why the wait was so long. My family emergency was my father being admitted to the hospital unexpectedly. Long days and nights were spent there with him and my mother. He passed away very unexpectedly about a week after being a...
Gabriella The porcelain sink chilled Ella's scorching skin as she leaned against it and splashed water onto her face. She was burning from the inside out. A sharp pain gathered behind her eyes and rushed to the back of her head causing her to sway for a moment. Her hands balled into fists before she shook them out and repeated. Anything to halt the tremble...
Author's Note: I submitted this story within the Erotic Horror category for two reasons. First, there is at least one scene involving violence and bloodshed. Second, the explicit scenes are intended to be as disturbing as they are arousing, if not more so. Although there are several other possible categories, it is my hope that the majority of readers will...
ONE Janet needed passport sized photos. She was nearly broke again; her housecleaning jobs were poor paying and infrequent, and the guru kept pressing--oh, so spiritually--for larger and larger contributions to the ashram. Now applying for a new job--any job--she was finding that all the agencies required voluminous resumés and documentation, including phot...
I don't know how you did it, but you glorious readers managed for a moment to make A Shoulder to Cry On number one. Since I published that, two installments of this series have an award. I want to start by thanking Rodolphe for the editing. Not many people are willing to take up the task of editing a story this long. For newcomers, this is the 5th instal...
The warm afternoon sun shined brightly onto her tanned bikini-clad body. Maggie stretched her legs and adjusted the brim of her visor to cover her eyes. She lay on the balcony on the second floor of Hudson Hall, soaking up the sun's rays while ignoring the college boys trying to gawk at her from the sidewalk below. "Hey!" a voice called out to her. Maggie i...
Author's Note: This is a fictional story, filled with made-up entities and events. Absolutely no sexual activities involve humans under age 18. People sin and suffer and have cataclysmic orgasms, same as in real life. This erotic horror story is entirely my own fault -- do not blame my wonderful editor, Hypoxia, who spent many hours helping me. I couldn't ha...
The 'A Song from My Story, a Story for My Song' event is a challenge for authors to write a story inspired by a piece of music or song, where the brief is broad and the point is to use music 'to create something new and unique.' On this note, I'd like to thank Literotica author carrteun for organising this challenge. And Laurel, who runs Literotica, let's no...
A novel by Christopher Scott Wagoner - "Damn you," Steve said, squinting his eyes to slits "you don't belong here. I'm going to to get rid of you, no matter how much it hurts." His fingers closed on the strand of wet, slippery gray hair. He yanked his arm downward but the pale invader's coat of moisture proved too much for his grip. Cursing, he tried seve...
Was it just a high sex drive or was the attractive, mature wife a nymphomaniac, as some of her friends had suggested? Be the judge as you follow her erotic adventures in Jamaica. ***** CHAPTER ONE - ARRIVAL The jet engines roared as the aircraft hurtled down the runway. Carol Elland closed her eyes and grasped the armrests tightly. Take-off always made he...