Tiffany. Maria. Sandy. Destiny. Chastity repeated the names to herself as she directed a coy smile at the man she had brought back to her apartment. Tiffany. Maria. Sandy. Destiny. They were the names of the women he had raped and then sent to the grave in one case and into the ICU with the others. They were women like her—women who shared an... affliction...
This is the second story in The Erotic Adventures of Chastity Summers. It follows Romancing the Raptor. ** Chauncey Adams started the day with a light breakfast of coffee and toast, explicitly avoiding any added sugar or cream or condiment that might irritate his bowels on such an important day, but, with each exhausted, stumbling step through the darkness...
This is a copyrighted original work of fiction. All rights reserved. All characters featured herein are at least eighteen years of age, even if not expressly stated. Any resemblance between actual persons, living or dead is entirely coincidental. Song lyrics contained herein remain the original artist's property. * I had belonged to the local bonsai club...
I rolled onto my right side and snuggled into Jasmine's back with a contented sigh, the first rays of morning sun not yet lighting the cabin's windows. Tucked far back into my sixty acres of woodland, early mornings were a dark and peaceful time. Breathing deeply, I inhaled her scent, enjoying the faint floral smell of some unnamable flower. Today was Saturd...
(Thanks again to Shawhollow's editing) (Yes, this tale is supposed to be somewhat humorous and outrageous too. While not always comedic I'd like to think it is mostly a good-natured romp.) (The gang gets motorcycles) Rio, of course, heads to the biggest, meanest hog on the lot. The Big Ole Boy/Dealership owner, who has the makings of an aged outlaw bike...
Dusk filled the horizon and throughout that explosion fated casino every suite was awoken by the sounds of vampires rising. Vivian woke, she was ready to begin her evening of breaking down her Mr. Dandridge or perhaps it would be she who was broken. She dressed her best which was always; a black off the shoulder figure fitted satin dress with red lace ap...
"Truth or dare, Aves?" "Come on you guys, don't you think we're a little bit too old for this game?" Cass rolled her eyes and topped off her wine glass. "Hell no. You're never too old for truth or dare." Jill drained her glass and held it out to Cass for a refill, but she only filled it half-way. Jill pouted and continued to hold the glass out. "I live two...
"The Beginning..." EDITED BY: Miriam Belle CREATIVE CONSULTANT: Simply_Cyn Author's Note: "For me, this story is the most personal. A lot of this story is based in truth from my own life, so it really has a special place. When it first posted 2 years ago, the reader response was overwhelming. I thought about making changes to it for this reposting, but...
Vivian's POV Well, there I was, the summer of 1975 and supposedly in the throes of passion but I was still waiting for it to happen. Yep, there he was, Donald Jacobson, a forty year old investment banker who I happened across a few months back at some club that I went to while tailing a lead on some serious vampire action that was leaving young male and f...
Many thanks to Literotica author 'englander1961' for her help, editorial services, encouragement and a title much better than my original, which has elevated her to the status of House Goddess of Sexy Story Titles. Thanks to Sammi Scott, aka Titsy McYarn, the Cute at the Heart of the Abyss for her help and valuable critique. Thanks to Literotica author 'KY r...