Sometimes in the summer, when the sun would melt the asphalt and the wilt the church's immaculate green lawn, my friends and I would jump on our bikes and ride down to Willow Falls. It's three miles from town, through two trailer parks, past the dollar store, and over a highway. If you're still alive after playing Frogger on Rt. 22, you have two options. Eit...
My hot wife, Maggie, and I have had many experiences together and some sexy moments when we were not together. Our relationship is very open and honest (mostly). I have to admit I had a couple of secrets that I did not share with my wife because I thought she might have difficulty understanding some of my escapades with a beautiful woman who was young enough...
Marcos and the girls took a carriage. The slave girls rode with Kaarthen in a wagon behind them. The ship they had chartered for the voyage was a caravel. A long slender ship with a single deck, and a raised half and quarterdeck in the front and rear. The heavy assault infantry detail would also be riding with them back to Pessilberg. After the voyage, Marco...
The water was calm, clear and infused with the scent of ash. He knelt down and washed his arms, his legs and torso. It was cold and purifying. He rubbed olive oil across his skin, banishing all miasma from his person. Orpheus scraped the excess oil off with a metal strigil and dried himself in the sunlight, tussling his short brown hair to shake out the wa...
Throughout the world, researchers had gathered to review the findings of their fellow researchers and discuss what to do with the data presented. Begrudgingly they had agreed to hear an outsider speak. Many of them feared the woman walking towards the podium, if she could truly be called a woman was even part of the debate. Her ears set high on her head twit...
Foreword Dr. Nina Wilde and Eddie Chase are characters created by Andy McDermott, author of a wonderful series of novels which I like to describe as "Indiana Jones on steroids." Nina is an American archaeologist, Eddie her British ex-mercenary bodyguard-turned-fiancé and eventual husband. Together they have made unbelievable discoveries, beginning in the fi...
This is an entry in Literotica's 2015 Halloween Story Contest. Hope you enjoy. Be sure to cast your vote, and don't forget to check out other entries in the contest. Ah, and... read in the dark with me. So much better in darkness... don't you think? **** "Wow, I haven't put one of those up in ages, man." I stood back and admired our work. The tent was p...
Editor's Note: I'm moving up North to the mountains with my buddy Keith and his girlfriend Jesse. Now both, as people are decent. What I mean is, I wouldn't mind their company the whole winter. Though I just fucking know, that I'm going to be subjected to their wanting to fuck at a very loud rate in the wee hours of the night. Keith knows this cabin, but t...
"Fuck me! Fuck me, you scum!", yelled the succubus. The demonic jailer knew that she was getting weak; she had not fed from the sexual energies of anything – demon or man – for the past seven moons. She was becoming frantic and desperate. She was locked in a cell in one of Lord Marganoth's many infernal dungeons for reasons even the jailer did not know, thou...
This story is based on, "Summer Wind." This was written by Grethe Ingmann; lyrics by Hans Bradtke. "All summer long we sang a song. And then we strolled that golden sand, Two sweethearts and the summer wind. Then softer than a piper man; one day, it called to you. I lost you; I lost you to the summer wind." A note of interest: I mention the movie...