Chapter 1 "John," Gill started the conversation rolling. Everyone at the bank referred to John Jacob Nicholls as John. It was his given first name, although his family always called him by an abbreviation of his middle name, as both his father and grandfather had been Johns. His great grandfather had been a Jacob, so were a number of uncles and strangely...
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REPUGNANT In the fleeting light of the sunset, Orane watches the figure of a man before her. He moves quickly, silently amongst the shadowy backdrop of the forest shrubs. When he reaches a large thicket of brush, he stops and crouches next to another man. Orane hunches over, slinking her way across the grass like a cat; coming up behind the pair, she takes...
This story and the characters are entirely fictitious, but gee, I wish it were true. It is to celebrate older and mature people having very enjoyable sex, and what they can accomplish by doing this. To have the very best of sensual moments, one needs, besides a good partner, three things: Desire /Reason, Experience, and Knowledge. These things are not real...
Hello all! This is my submission for the 2020 Literotica Halloween Contest...but really it was just my excuse to write up a story that's been brewing in my head for the last several years and pay homage to my alma mater. I don't explicitly name the school in this work but I have a feeling I'll see a few comments from fellow alumni who understand. As always,...
This is another voluminous tale. I hope you enjoy. If you prefer me to chop these up into smaller bits, please inform me. I am especially proud of this one. I have created my own pieces of mythology to the Star Wars universe. Please vote and comment so I know where I can improve my craft. Thank you for all of your kind words and encouragement. Stay safe and...
Part 1 "Here's some burnt connective tissue," she said, wiping a small grease splatter off her nipple and forking three strips of bacon onto Rod's plate. Before turning back to the stove she snapped off a piece for herself. Burnt connective tissue tasted so good sometimes, especially on a late winter morning like this. Her comment was playing to her vegeta...
Author's Notes: 'Satyr Play' is my attempt to dabble in the realm of magic. It's not a genre I typically work in so I'm NOT going to play by the rules. If I break any preconceived notions or 'established guidelines', too bad. ;) That said, I hope you enjoy it. All characters engaging in sexual relationships or activities are 18 years old or older. Most ar...
This is the third installment in the Viconia series (which is a trilogy at present but may continue to grow). My special thanks for this one goes to Kevwe, a man who would not settle for anything less then the best. Prologue She screamed. Mixed in the cry was frustration, exhilaration, pain, and victory. The child slid free of her womb, coming to rest ful...
CHAPTER 1: STRONG HAND The cold water ran over Moralez's prosthetic fingers as he held them beneath the flow of the faucet, turning them over, flexing them as the liquid poured across the tread-like pads that helped them grip objects. He could feel the chill on the black polymer that encased the machinery and electronics within, as if it was his own skin,...