"Oh no, not again!" Her name was Leslie, and she was having a very bad night. First she had been stood up for a date and now, out in the middle of nowhere, her car had just died, again. She let the car coast to a stop on the side of the road and grimaced. She didn't know the first thing about cars. She tried to start it again, but the engine barely clicke...
I've been watching you now for several nights now through the night mists... Just outside of your perception... just outside your consciousness. The night is cool and the moon is full. It is time. The night creatures fall silent as I float toward the window. The crickets cease their song. They know what is going to happen. The only sound is the hem of my whi...
Part one: The Floryynias Begins Leaves stirred in a dervish of orange and brown, hissing softly over the marble tiles of the courtyard. A pair of cloaks billowed in the breeze, the ends of the rich jewel toned fabric draping and whipping over the steps as the figures confidently ascended. The larger of the two glanced over at his charge, his large watery gr...
I absolutely adore playing shopping games. I feel like that should be said at the start of an AA style meeting. Hi, I'm Lotus, people call the the Fetish Goddess, and I have a cash kink. Money and shopping are fun. Taking it from someone turns me on. Manipulating men into shopping for me turns me on. Men convincing themselves that they need to give me all th...
Chained by her chubby wrists to the great granite slab perched above the gaping gorge, Princess Imogen was reflecting upon the demands of noblesse oblige. She did not of course entertain doubts that she was doing the right and proper thing, but she had thought that the blue blood that ran in her veins might perhaps have spared her some of the indignities of...
Thanks to BigDick8870 for editorial assistance with this story. * My eyes fluttered open. In comfort, I rested upon silks and firs. I had been feasted yesterday, the other priestesses serving me as though they were my slaves. Scented oils had anointed my body; soft feminine hands had worked over every inch of my body, working out the knots and kinks from m...
Note to the reader: This essay is mainly directed toward Literotica readers who also share the Judeo-Christian world view. It may not make sense to anyone else. The following, to me, is not fiction; it is reality. Merry Christmas and Happy Chanukkah to all true believers. This season is about the mighty acts of the God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob. He is th...
"Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, old time is still a-flying;And this same flower that smiles today tomorrow will be dying." -Robert Herrick, "To the Virgins, To Make Much of Time." *** With his hands bound behind his back, Isaac marched through the woods. Seila walked behind him, prodding him the tip of a knife whenever he slowed down. This was their fir...
Beneath the unending circle of the white harvest moon, a ring of highland sandstone sentinels stand guard over a platform of sacrifice. Crystal stars cut through the sky like a swath of iridescence that shines down upon the land with a cold, unearthly light. The chilled air of autumn whistles through the fields of grass, the sea sweeping across the dry land...
The Summer semester had come to an end and was being wrapped up with the exams. This was the second exam the sophomore class of Ancient Cultures was writing in the week exams began. Across all departments and levels, students of the University of Göttingen were either in the exam hall or in the library studying for their next papers. Dr Patrick was seated i...