It was just one of those days. You know the kind. You go about your daily business and everything seems tedious and humdrum. It's only Tuesday, and you're already pining for the weekend – no work, no worries, some time to kick back. Everybody has days like it, some people more than others, some people less. But this particular day, as it was to turn out, wo...
Chapter Two - Ian's Story Ian Quinn was a bookworm. He inherited a talent for numbers from his father so math was his best subject in school. Growing up in a small towm in the Midwest, Ian made a name for himself with his phenomenal ability with numbers. Early in high school, he established himself as the guru of math and easily made extra money tutoring o...
I’ve been on my own now for only a few years, loving every minute of it. Solitude was becoming my fast friend. Of course there were things I missed about being attached to someone or something, certain luxuries that only appear when you’re with someone. But the one thing that I missed most was sex. Two and a half years without physical contact was slowly kil...
(Every character in this story is at least 18 years old. The story may contain exaggerated actions, plots or physical features. The main plot consists in a degrading and abusing a female main character, which will only be viewed by an outside perspective and may be quite passive or submissive. The story will not feature any urination, feces, blood nor typica...
Magda woke up, sore from the previous night, her head troubling her. She could feel the soft satin of the sheets on her bare white skin, on her belly, her nipples. The gentle sun of the Rodgerian tropic was streaming into the room from the huge wall-like window at her back. The man who owned her, Valèry Golbath, was urinating some feet from her, in the bath...
A tremor of anticipation runs between Arsa's shoulder blades. The summoning is nigh she just knows it. Nailed fingers scrape through her thick, short purple hair, dragging it away from the stubs of the nascent horns above her forehead. She runs her tongue out, moistening her pale lips, shakes her head and shifts her hips, applies a bit of heft to her sporty...
Hello, everyone. I hope you're staying safe during this crisis, and that this stroll down erotic memory lane will help distract you from the craziness. As always, comments and ratings are appreciated. Enjoy! "Are you as bored by that crowd as I am?" I wince inwardly as I step out to join you on the deck. That line sounded a lot less cheesy in my head... Yo...
F5: 50% Inspiration plus 50% Desperation (Author's note: This story is an entry into FAWC (Friendly Anonymous Writing Challenge), a collaborative competition among Lit authors. FAWC is not an official contest sponsored by Literotica, and there are no prizes given to the winner. Every story for this FAWC begins with the exact same line. Where it goes from th...
Stepping from the shower you're not surprised to see me standing there, holding the towel for you, ready to wrap you up and rub you 'til you're dry and warm, with your skin waking to a pink glow, so you stand patiently and allow me to further erase the day. Taking your hand, leaving the towel to fall behind, I lead you to the bed.Soft warm light filters thro...
Over the period of a couple weeks, Alex got a little bored with fingering his ass while he jerked off... although it still felt good, it was often lacking that feeling of a painfully pleasurable stretch. If he left his ass alone for a couple of days then it would tighten up again, but in lieu of having anyone else's ass to plunder he enjoyed being able to pl...