*Crème & Carezza* 'The way to a man's heart is through his stomach', so the saying goes and, like the majority of big women, Tracy had a passion for good food as much as an appetite for good sex and loved to combine both pleasures on occasion. One such time came during the rare phenomena of a sunny English summer upon returning home shortly after finish...
Magda woke up, sore from the previous night, her head troubling her. She could feel the soft satin of the sheets on her bare white skin, on her belly, her nipples. The gentle sun of the Rodgerian tropic was streaming into the room from the huge wall-like window at her back. The man who owned her, Valèry Golbath, was urinating some feet from her, in the bath...
Author's Note: Following is the first chapter of a new chain story which I hope many of you will enjoy. This idea came to me from an Avatar that a poster in Literotica's forum uses. The image is of a painting titled The Slave Market. The artist, Jean-Leon Gerome has many works of art that are quite lovely. This particular one made me wonder what kind of stor...
Dawn forced herself to turn away from the door to Charles' cabin. Part of her wanted to eaves drop upon the heated exchange between Olivia and Charles, she was sure would erupt immediately. Knowing Charles' wrath she turned away, confident that she would see the end result shortly. Confident too, that Charles would have the woman put into her place, guest, o...
Dear Reader, thank you so much for reading this story. It has taken nearly a year of my writing life to get the whole thing finished. This is Chapter 8 of 14 chapters and the total is over 250,000 words. It is my Dirk Diggler/Jack Horner act of hubris: my attempt to write an erotic adventure story that pulls you in with a story you want to read, even when th...
Far below, the princess searched shelf after shelf, reading legends on spines of volumes, carefully unrolling scrolls. Histories and legends, faery tales and myths lay before her. To all these she gave passing glances, but had not the time to delve deep into their secrets. She made her way down the long hall, her fingers stopping now and again, pulling some...
After the heat and noise of the marketplace, it is cool in the Kasbah. The stone is soothing under my bare feet, but my hands are still bound. Used to the sun’s glare, I blink in the dimness. A rough hand shoves my shoulder. ‘Move, you’. The second guard runs a hand over my arse. ‘Nice’. They share a chuckle. ‘Maybe when the Sultan’s finished with you, he’...
A/N Hello loves! I've been a bad bad girl, but now, I'm going to be very very good to you. Love is in the air and just in time for vday I am spreading the love and finally sharing the story I have been saying I would share for eons. This is my baby and I really hope you all like it. Enjoy xoxoxo ***** Ariana Johnson awoke with a stir. Try as she might, her...
***** Silk and Silver After being told of his impending marriage to a foreign princess he's never met, a secondborn prince decides to write a diary to sort out his thoughts. In the weeks that follow, he writes of enduring an aggravating elder brother, questioning both his own traditions and the traditions of his bride-to-be, debating how he ought to lose h...
Just a little history tour. Thanks Annette for the beta read and Steve for the editing and making it a better story. ***** We met Abdul when my twin brother and I were thirteen. It was not unusual for foreigners to attend our private schools, but this was the first one from the Ottoman Empire. The three of us were in the same dorm room with five others. Fr...