Sandra looked around her to view the gang of Morris townsfolk as they jacked at their enlarged weaponry. Sillis was looming over her like a piece of landscape and behind his naked legs she could spy a crumpled body that seemed to melt into the earth ;an image that Sandra could not understand or pay too much mind to at the moment. Sandra was bent on receivin...
Even if Jonathan was dead, Mary could feel the heated sexual magnetism that made him so self-confident. Or was it arrogant? To say that her attraction was perilous was an understatement, much like thinking his eyes were penetrating--the contrast of the fresh grass green of his eyes to his glowing ghost skin was shocking, striking and undeniably sexy. "Jonath...
This is a response to a writing challenge given in the Author’s Hangout on Literotica. The challenge: To write a piece of Erotic Horror, less than 1000 words, including “Tony, a respectable businessman by day, a sexual deviant at night; a bouquet of black roses; and the phrase “Please don’t put that in there.” I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed...
She was hungry, God, she was so damn hungry. She wasn't hungry for food. She needed to be prey – only the Wolf would understand. No one else knew this need – only him. Many nights in her dreams he came to see her. But today there was no sleep. She didn't expect to see him, dream him. She went about her business of cleaning when she felt the presence behind...
My business of writing custom stories was just beginning to take off. I couldn't believe I was getting paid to do something that I love to do. I think the fun part of it is that I never know who'll walk through my door. Finally, I was earning enough money to decorate my office and the first thing that I ordered was a Herman Miller Aeron chair, a wrap around...
I haven't had sex worth mentioning in eight months. But I'll mention the two times I did. First I fucked Cole in a bathroom at Zuma Beach in Malibu. He was going to fuck my roommate, in rehab for her paranoid schizophrenic conviction that she had been possessed (by a demon) after procuring a Ouija Board. We walked away from the group accompanied by a delus...
This is my 1st attempt at starting a new series and I hope that you would like it. I would be deeply honoured by your comments and suggestions which would in turn help in improving the series experience. Feel free to contact me via the feedback portal. ********************************** Mr. Ajay Gupta was a 56-year-old widowed businessman and a millionaire...
She knelt on the floor, bent over the coffee table, hands tied to the legs at the opposite end. Her legs were spread, knees tied to the legs of the table with the same silk scarves that bound her wrists. She asked for this, but now she felt slightly unsure - deliciously, excitingly frightened of what she had let herself in for. The thrill of the unexpected i...
He had to have her in the most primal and urgent way. He remembered the smell of Opium on her neck and between her breasts. He remembered how her silky white skin contrasted against her long black hair. He remembered how she tasted, clean and musky, when she came on his tongue. He remembered the incredible sensation of entering her as she wrapped those long...
Hey, there. My name is Robert James O'Neill and I'm a tall, lean and mean, green-eyed and blond-haired Irishman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. By day, I'm a college professor and by night, a sexual adventurer. I'm very much into race play and currently, I'm having some fun with my friends, Sheila and James Lorne. They're a working-class Afri...