I had all but forgotten our big fight by the time we broke away from the remainder of the party and headed for the elevator. It had been a great evening and Marie and I had a nice time catching up with family and friends gathered from all over the country for the celebration. We waved and smiled as the doors slid shut and cut us off from the noise and brig...
EDIT 8/2016 1. If the rumors were true, the woman was over a century old. She looked no more than twenty. Less, at the moment. Far less. No doubt due to the vulnerability of her present position. Her arms were chained over her head, high and tight as they could be forced to stretch. It must be painful for her. She'd dangled there for hours. Of course she w...
WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Actions, situations, and responses are fictional ONLY and should not be attempted in real life. If you are und...
This story was adapted from a chat play between myself and Mark_44. The noise of the club is dulled outside the little back room as the bar fills the orders for last call. The walls are tagged with graffiti and gig posters. I walk in, all five-foot-three of me, with a wide grin and my phone in one hand and a bottle of Stella in the other. My skin is light b...
Many thanks to Literotica author 'englander1961' for her help, editorial services, encouragement and a title much better than my original, which has elevated her to the status of House Goddess of Sexy Story Titles. Effusive thanks to Holly, the beloved and erotic Sister Decadence for her encouragement, editorial review and kind words. Thanks to Literotica au...
A sharp, white light burning into the core of my brain, scalding all trace of their existence . . . their very presence, as if to say "It never happened. We were never here." As if I could just forget the past few days and not wonder why. And yet even now I can feel my memory fading. The thoughts stripped from my brain, like weeds in a gardener's dirt cruste...
As spring gave way to summer, I had a thriving garden, a young toddler and two middle-schoolers to tend, as well as all the usual housework. Tommy was doing great at work and was making more money than ever. He had started buying me all sorts of little gifts on a whim. He would come home with red roses in hand or a new piece of jewelry, with a card attached....
WARNING: This new story continues with Daniel another new character. Here in involves scenes of graphic sex including reluctance, cuckolding, anal and incest. If that is not what you are looking for don't read on. All sexual acts depicted in the story are committed by female adults over eighteen years old. My name is Daniel Johnson. I have my PhD in English...
Author's Note: The only thanks we get are your comments and e-mails. Please let us know how you like these stories. What's good, and what's not so good. Thank you. Chapter 12 A Night at the Club "What are you going to wear to the . . . err, party tonight, Argie?" "I'm glad you asked. I spent most of the day shopping, and I think I'll wow them with what...
As a twenty year old college sophomore I didn't really believe in the occult, magic, psychics, or ghosts. However, my good friends Candice and Bernice apparently did, and caused a kerfuffle when I resisted going into a fortune teller's tent at a carnival one Friday night near the end of a semester. "Come on Amy, live a little, take a chance, experience somet...