Chapter 1. As the plane's wheels lifted off the ground and tucked themselves into the plane's underbelly, she leaned forward and gazed out the window, trying to relax as a torrent of emotions coursed through her body. "What have I gotten myself into?" She wondered. The plane's acceleration pushed her back into her seat, and, closing her eyes, she took...
Another "Heartland Tale", with a nod to "Heartland" creator and Literotica author Trisha Monks for her inspiration and indulgence. Follow the link on my Favorites page to see her work. This is a standalone story though and may be read without the context of other "Heartland Tales" stories; however, context may be provided by reading my other stories "In an...
~~Damien~~ He looked at the picture again, then put the phone away. Gulping, he pulled the phone out again, and looked at the picture. She was so beautiful, and fun, and joyful, and overwhelmingly sexual. The frizzy red hair, bouncy and big, her soft face and pale skin, her golden eyes, it was all gorgeous. Of course, she knew she had large breasts, and in...
Edge and Venn stood with Mica before the three large buildings that housed the towns people in cramped conditions. Mica felt more like himself with the two freemen beside him. Coming home had been difficult for more than one reason, and he had reverted to the wise cracking jokester the people here had expected to see. He had said nothing as Flint and Emery h...
Everywhere around him, the innocuous sounds of imminent violence. The swishing of branches slapping back into place after being displaced by human forms caused Seth to cover himself in the just budding foliage beside the heavily trod path. He had been cowering in the brush for hours evading the metallic clinking of white man's implements. Whispered words, cl...
We walked through the gates of the Arizona Renaissance fair. Barely even five steps in and I was already amazed by the loud voices, bright costumes, and the smell of roasting food. I had been coming to the Renaissance fair since I was little. My parents used to take me every year because of how it always fell near my birthday. I had always been obsessed with...
© Sadie Rose Bermingham and Bellora Quinn 2012 Yes, Ladies and Gentlefolk, we have not abandoned you. We present, without further ado, Chapter the fifth of Rayne and Xavier's adventures in England and we hope that you find them suitably entertaining. Please remember that we post the stories out of the love of our black hearts and ask only that you do not ta...
Tarsa nervously looked out at the circus of leather, latex and flesh in front of her, tugging the hem of her short maid's dress. "Come on Tarsa, if you're not a bitch about it, you'll have a great time." Her boyfriend Ron jibed, walking past her in his heavy leather 'dominator' coat. Tarsa suppressed a scowl at Ron's latest annoyance at her for being anythi...
Chapter 1: Studies in Nymphomania For some ten years now as a research psychologist I had studied and documented cases of what may have been termed nymphomania or extremes sexual appetites of women. During my doctoral research I discovered hundreds of cases that were easily linked to borderline personality and narcissistic disorders often traceable to physi...
A friend of mine remembers a plain, nerdy girl from college. Well, she grew up and blossomed into a hot 'n' horny babe. Now she's making up for lost time, and has written him about it. Please vote and send constructive feedback. * * * * * * Dear Tom: I can't begin to tell you how excited I was that you answered my e-mail. I found you through one of those...