This is an excerpt from a novel I'm publishing here on Literotica titled Naked Portraits. Some people might prefer a shorter read so I thought I'd publish some of the sex scenes to see what would happen. Following is brief set up. *** Gwen Yoshimura, an art student at Honolulu University has a falling out with her best friend the Honolulu socialite, Betty...
This is a fictional story for adults only! If you are not of the legal age of consent (18+) you are not permitted to view this content. All characters in this story are of age. This story contains scenes of nonconsent/ reluctant sex. ~~~ Within the walls of a large building known as, "The Church of the Damned '', a man, hooded and cloaked, cursed at the w...
Monty Kingsford forced his bleary eyes open, shook his mop of black hair and looked around. There wasn't much to see, just the inside of a cage and the walls beyond. What in the Hell am I doing in a cage? And where are my clothes and since I'm already caged up, why am I shackled? He'd been walking home from a late study night at the library. The late Dece...
Dear MJ, I'm writing this on my tablet, in the backseat of your car as you drive to the airport, Felicia in the passenger seat, pointing out landmarks from a tour guide. I think she wants you to stay. I know I do. But it's my job—my privilege—to support you and I could never be as selfish as to ask you to turn an opportunity like this down. So don't think...
Susan Storm-Richards floated in the Negative Zone, her communicator was totally busted. "Why did I not listen to Reed, I shouldn't have come here alone." She had responded to a signal from Rosetta Stone, a high ranking political figure in Shadow City, one of the many places in the Negative Zone that the Fantastic Four had visited. Now here she was...
Ana liked being engaged to Peter and Felicia and Mary Jane, off shooting her movie in England, but many parts of it were new and confusing to her. They all lived together, that made sense. Even Mary Jane had a room set aside for when she came back. But that was the thing—although the rooms and beds were all big enough for all of them, there were many times w...
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, merchandise, companies, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters in sexual situations are 18 years or older. This story c...
"Morning love," I heard Jackie mumble sleepily as I tiptoed back into the bedroom in the semi-darkness, my hair still damp from the shower. I sat on the edge of the bed as I pulled on my uncomfortable black leather shoes. Fiona had made a comment about them looking scuffed yesterday, so I'd polished them last night, and now they shone in the dim morning lig...
Felicia lived in an Empire Suite in the Carlyle, the luxury hotel where Marilyn Monroe had had her tryst with JFK, thanks to some secret tunnels. Peter guessed knowing that was how some real estate agent had made a mint off Felicia Hardy. Being gently, but somewhat icily ushered in by the various concierges and door staff, Peter and Darcy made their way to...
Ana watched in shock. Peter had Candi lewdly impaled beneath him. Randi laid beside her to the left, her legs splayed, his right hand between them. She moaned almost as loud as Candi did. Not as loud as Bambi, though. She was on her hands and knees, head down, ass up, and Peter's left hand was between her buttocks. Ana could see his outstretched fingers, ru...