We learned of each other through friends. You and I had to be the wildest people they ever knew. We often socialized with the same groups of friends yet we never ended up meeting face to face. Either you were away on business or I was tied up with other interests. When the parties that would have brought us together came around we inevitably would miss each...
An Anasazi village carved into a steep red rock canyon, below a dusty and arid mesa, lay hidden away from the rest of the world. The village housed a small collection of families, all of which were known for their individual contributions. One such family had only one daughter, A 19-year old named Lomamana, which in Anasazi means, "the beautiful one." Her el...
This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially. **** The Slave's Reward The village... I turned my he...
Berkeley Square, London. The stripped branches of the giant plane trees are stark against the pewter November sky. It’s only mid-afternoon, but already the narrow streets and lanes are growing dim in the weak, dying light of a watery autumn sun. A famous bookstore stands on the west side of the square. Unchanged in layout since it first opened in 1853,...
Note: This story is entirely fictional written for readers' enjoyment, and bears no resemblance to any people living or dead. It is in a sense of re-working of some of the concepts behind my "Burrinjack Social Club" story, which I was never fully satisfied with (& is my lowest scoring story). It also picks up characters from my previous story, "Fun In The Tr...
If there are any stereotypes about the kind of people who work in a computer call center, then I fit the one of the lanky guy with glasses and unfashionably styled hair. If I flatter myself for being a reasonably handsome fellow, that opinion only comes from the self-confidence earned through maturity. It was not a view I particularly held at the time, which...
"You can come in. Emerald right?" Naama had returned to her room, a small area that over time she had made fully her own. Part of their instruction was learning the domestic arts in addition to the pleasurable arts. While all girls were required to be instructed in all the domestic arts, once they celebrated their thirteenth year they could begin deciding wh...
This is my first submission and one of my first erotica stories. Please leave me comments and suggestions. Thanks for your time and opinions! ***** Dave steps out of the house and looks across the yard. He isn't sure where Carri is, but her truck is here so she can't be far. Maybe she is gone for a horseback ride. She is probably off working somewhere. Car...
Author's Comment; This is my first submission to Literotica; A story I wrote several years before. All characters and situations depicted are purely fictional. I never realised how quiet a hotel room could be. Sure, there's the occasional muted thump, or perhaps the flush of a nearby toilet, but in the main, it's very quiet; the sort of quiet where you...
Prima Noct Melissa stepped out of the low car as gracefully as she could in her tall heels. She felt very self-conscious. Despite her brave words to Erik, confronting him had been very frightening. His reaction, however, had amazed her. She had expected a blow-up and angry denials, which had been the typical response when she punctured overblown male egos i...