I first met Ivan the second semester of my junior year while studying art in Florence. He was a friend, or I should say, a business associate of my father's and he called me up in late April to invite me to dinner. I had never met Ivan, but I remember my father telling me stories about him. He was rich, rather eccentric, and a serious collector of sculpture....
Author's Note: Hello and welcome to The Goddess Pt. 02. I must warn you this contains cum inflation, to the extreme, tentacles, and futanari. I would also like to apologise for the wait, and hope that this is good enough to make up for it. Either Voluptus Ludum or Gift of the Old will continue after this, just to let you all know. Anyway, please enjoy and te...
Welcome to part three Literotica reader. Hope you are having fun. I am, erotic writing is wonderfully therapeutic, soothes like a back rub and cures shitty job syndrome. Notes on part two: The mysterious statue hidden deep in Iao Valley on the Island of Maui plays a big role in Gwen's artistic shift. On the flash drive, several different sources referred...
Rene and I were sitting at a sidewalk table in a small town near our home in Southwest Ohio drinking a flavored water when she approached us and introduced herself. She was typical of this town, a place inhabited mostly by aging hippies of the artistic type. We come here often to browse its many art and cultural shops and just for fun to count how many peopl...
Daniel tucked into the English breakfast in front of him with something approaching ravenous hunger. It was early; at least, most people in the hotel clearly felt it was early. He was needed in the store by seven, and so at a quarter-past six he now found himself in the hotel restaurant, alone but for the cook who prepared the eggs. Others would start making...
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Author's Notes: 'A Dark Heart' is my entry for Literotica's Hallowe'en Story Contest 2017. All characters engaging in sexual relationships or activities are 18 years old or older. ******** A Dark Heart ******** "What the fuck is wrong with me?" Nate asked himself. That was a loaded question. Personally, he could think of a number of things. But what w...
Galatea gasped, and pressed her hot palm to the cold, rippled glass. Outside, the granite sky and flinty moorland blended into a windswept, frigid underworld. As dark a mid-day as there ever could be. Moor House creaked and groaned around her. Every empty room leant into the wind and heaved like a stuck shipwreck. She pushed her rear to her husband's hips a...
That morning found us at our most tender, and most raw. Darcie woke up with the memory of the risk she had taken, the risk of destroying our relationship over her desire to suck a strange boy's cock. I found that my love for her was not lessened by the act, that instead we had grown closer. In some weird way we were both freer to be ourselves in front of eac...
Thank you Susan for all the help editing. * Hello. My name is Samantha. I am a fairy. Well, I'm not a real fairy. There are real fairies. There is even a fairy in the garden named Samantha but I'm not her. I'm a statue of a fairy. I wasn't always a statue though. I was once a living woman. I only became a fairy after my spirit was placed in the statue whil...