Well hi people! I am Tuz' (LovelyTuz) and this is my first time writting for Literotica. I have never really done a non-human story before and this shall be my first. I want to give an amazing shout out to my editor Zoyiab , who not only single handed went through the whole thing but also help me find a title for the story. She is amazing. I appreciate her t...
Life can take some amazing turns. For the second time I was supposed to be dead by now. That first time is a blurred memory, I really do think most of it evolved over time rather than being an account of what happened at the moment. Badly wounded in an ugly war, surrounded by noise, flashes of lights and men yelling, I seem to remember lying there as a Doc...
When Amanda Daniels woke up, she thought, Oh, that's right, I'm Amanda Greer now. The thought made her inordinately happy. Patrick was still asleep, his arm flung carelessly to one side; she remembered several elbows in the night. Around her was the paneled majesty of the bridal suite: they had curtains and a four-poster bed and even a jacuzzi. Kerri had in...
Before you read be forewarned: There's no under-age sex. Nothing about religion. No politics. Nobody gets shot or beaten up. No Afghan heroes or Karate experts. And nobody gets taken care of by anybody named Mario. ***** "And the Winner Is?" By Jedd Clampett It's 8:45 p.m. by my watch. Fifteen more minutes, that's all just fifteen minutes and I'd find ou...
"The Color of Blood" EDITED BY: Miriam Belle CREATIVE CONSULTANT: Simply_Cyn Author's Note: "This was one of the first stories I posted back in 2004. I'm currently working on the novelization of this short story, which was easily one of the more popular ones I did. Cheers!" *** Lydia Renee stood quietly in the downpour, relaxed in the eave of a small...
This is my entry for the 2009 Halloween contest. Thank you (ahead of time!) for reading and voting. Please comment as I love to hear from you as to what you liked or disliked!! Enjoy! * My name is Amelia Sutton and I want to tell you a story. It is a story about how I came to Full Moon House. It's also about why I can never leave. I spent most of my you...
The following dialogue is from a seventeenth century publication by an anonymous writer, and will serve as an introduction to my story: Death: Fair lady, lay your costly robes aside, No longer may you glory in your pride; Take leave of all your carnal vain delight ... I'm come to summon you away this night! Lady: What bold attempt is this? pray let me kn...
I can't remember clearly, but I think there was a car, then a train, then another car, then a boat, a train, a car, a plane, until it all blended together into a single blurry forward motion. I may have been in a limo at some point, but that would have been later in the trip, and by then those little bottles of liquor all begin to look and taste the same, an...
Looking down at the naked blonde woman snuggled up to my chest, I felt awful. I should have been feeling like the luckiest stiff in the world because her body was tanned and toned. Her breasts: well developed and topped with mouth-watering pink nipples. Her ass: heart shaped and blemish free. Her legs: long and silky smooth. Her pussy: shaved and breathtakin...
FAWC 2: Virtuoso (Author's note: This story is a submission to the second Friendly Anonymous Writing Challenge (FAWC). The true author of this story is kept anonymous, but will be revealed on August 16th, 2013, in the comments section following this story. Each story in this challenge is centered around a random determination of four "mystery ingredients."...