The leaves began to turn in color and then fall. That was when Deanyr told Rega his time had come. Tears were in both their eyes as they fucked for the last time. Deanyr's hands dug into his back, her legs wrapped around him as he thrusted expertly, kissing her neck and caressing her hair. "You must go Rega," she whispered to him as they lay next to each ot...
She stood at the door, nervous butterflies in her stomach. For the hundredth time already, she smoothed the folds of her black dress down over her thighs, and did another quick run down her back. Her fingers pinching at the short hem, trying again in vain to pull it down to cover her ass, aware that when she moved wrong- or right- the green lace of her pant...
I must confess that my pussy remained sopping wet for the remainder of the day after what I'd seen the crystal ball at the midwives' place. Images of Richard du Luxure, the 9th Earl du Chatmangre, filled my mind's theatre: Tall, handsome, strong. The optimal vision of a robust, muscular and forthrightly virile form of pious Christian manhood. Properly equi...
This is my first story which I suddenly felt inspired to write a couple of months ago, and roughly 15 years after I first found literotica.com. The story took shape very quickly, in just a day or two, but I have left it to age since I first drafted it, reviewing and tweaking it several times, so I hope it is now fairly free from errors and typos. I envisage...
Mandi finished cleaning Adonis's new thick cock with a wet kiss and a grateful squeeze of his balls. He turned his full attention back to the bimbified creature that was once his sister as his mistress walked away. Mandi surveyed her next victims. She took the two most eager young women, Melody and Brendi, by the hand and led them over to the center of the r...
On some afternoons, Muriel had her blind chats with Prince Vidar. On other afternoons, Muriel would sit on that white couch and enjoy her time as the prince watched her. She always had a snack on those occasions, and she ate them with enthusiasm. Sometimes, Muriel wore a pair of shoes that could be easily slipped on and off. Why? Because she had received a...
*Many thanks to Jill for being my inspiration for this story* ***** Chapter I - The Bully Combing her hair in the morning, she looked at herself in the bathroom mirror. In her opinion, her shoulder-length strawberry blonde hair was ordinary, her blue eyes were ordinary, even the freckles on her nose were ordinary. "I don't know what Peter sees in me," she...
"Good morning," Veronica paused, "Hello? You alive?" Tom smiled at her. His face still wore a slightly sleepy look. His brown-blond hair, damp from the shower, had fresh tracks from a comb through it. His blue shirt, long-sleeved and buttoned down—was only partially buttoned up and his face, while clean-shave, still somehow looked like he had a bit of a sha...
This is an Ellie and Sam story. For the background, please read 'Late night at the office' and 'Ellie's first time', and (optionally) 'Tied to a table', 'Distracting leggings' and 'An evening with a new toy'. ********** Ellie smiled at her reflection in the full length mirror, making the final adjustments to her outfit. She needed to look the part for her...
Chapter Ten: Sexual Surrogate "He lives," a soft voice drawled. Lucifer looked up from the large flat black scrying mirror that was mounted on his dresser and met the eyes of the woman who spoke. "Was there ever a doubt?" Lucifer asked her blandly, arching a pale golden brow. She didn't so much as walk down the stone steps of his quarters as dance down the...