**** It is 1917 in the heat of the Russian Revolution. Artist and free love advocate Natasha Sokolov is the lover of revolutionary leader Borya Petrov. Tonight, Natasha comforts Borya, who again is unable to sleep. He suckles at her nipple, drifting into a peaceful dream-state where he relives the excitement and comfort of his life long breast fetish.**** T...
Foreword: Before you read this story we think it is important to point out a few things. This story was actually written by two people myself and my friend Helen, and is part of an ongoing role-playing scene. Having logged our scene we decided it would be fun to submit it to Literotica, and so we edited the logs to make them nice and presentable and this is...
She is my red headed goddess, the sensual and passionate ruler of my heart. Her playful eyes and warm smile never fail to make my heart melt and my knees tremble. They did so almost from the start. She can dissolve me with a glance and yet I am happy every time she does so. Our time together has diminished none of her power over me, I'm very glad that it has...
"You mean it Sir?" Lauren inquired. "You really like seeing me fully nude in public?" "Oh yes." I replied. "You are so fucking hot. I'd do you right here if I could." "Oh Sir." Lauren responded, "That makes me so hot. It was all I could do - being nude in front of all of those people - to keep from squirting, but Sir, it's starting! I can't stop it! Oh shi...
Chapter Six - Sisters of the Web Dubai - One Year Before Lord Tilsbury's Funeral Charlotte sat in the comfortable wing-backed lounge chair her legs demurely crossed at the ankles. She was wearing a dark green business suit, the jacket was open and her pert breasts strained at the tight white silk blouse, the skirt was so tight that without the kick pleat...
This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially. **** The Stable Boy Fluffer The farm did not run itsel...
Eric massaged the back of his neck and looked down. "So I was thinking you could come with me" he asked. "To the gym? Are you really still mad about what happened at the party?" Audrey asked. "Mad? No. But it kind of was a wake up call. I've never been sporty in my life, but I really let myself go recently." She thought about it for a second. "Well, why n...
"Obviously not your first rodeo." Hortense chuckled. "Was it the shoes that gave me away?" "More your answer to my corny line." It all began the night before, the first Friday after our office had returned to normal post pandemic. Most of us had not seen each other for months. The boss decided to buy the first round of drinks at the pub on the corner. P...
She rolled over stretching her arms out as the sun peaked through the blinds casting warm light over the bed. She opened her eyes and smiled as she saw him lying there beside her. Her eyes studied every curve of his face, the fullness of his sexy lips and his long lashes that lay rested against his face. She cuddled up to him taking in his smell, feeling the...
My name is Nancy Joanna Osborne and I'm a student at Boston College. I've always been different from other people. Partly it's because of my body. I'm a six-foot-two, blonde-haired and green-eyed Irishwoman who weighs three hundred and fifty pounds. I'm what they call a plumper. A fat chick. A curvy gal. Or simply a Big Beautiful Woman. I've got a plump body...