It has been a wonderfully enlightening and unexpected journey with Daphne. I hope you all have enjoyed the trip as much as I did writing it. The story has come to come to an end at some point, though. So everyone off the kinky train for this group. Thank you for your loyal readership! - SSW *** Another tear slid from the corner of my eye and over my heated...
It's often said that doctors make the worst patients and I was feeling fretful enough to prove the point. Still, it was a day that would cause any Londoner to chafe at having to remain indoors: high summer and a cloudless sky outside as the sun warmed the cobblestones of Baker Street and smiled through the opened windows of number 221B. The chemical retorts...
Italics are in use for word emphasis and song titles. Three spaced dots . . . indicate the character's hesitation, reluctance, or a brain fart and can't think of the words. Three spaced dots at the end of a sentence indicates an unfinished or interrupted sentence. This is my first submission to Literotica. The seed of inspiration for this story came to me a...
Warning: Parts of this series contain violence, coercion, extortion, blackmail, non consensual sex, same sex copulation, derogatory terms, interracial sex, political statements, cheating and a lot of other stuff good boys and girls should not read (on porn websites). If any of the above are not your cup of tea, please don't waste your time reading this. *...
Author's Notes: Thanks to my lady love for turning a simple stroker into one of my usual rambling epics. Also, a heartfelt shout-out to my beta readers Chris P. and Thornfoote for timely and helpful input. Finally, thanks to alphadachs for providing a tight editing job on short notice. All participants in sexual acts are adults. * * * * Stoneridge was...
The moment I woke up, before my eyes could even be persuaded to open, I was already aware of three things. First, my head was pounding—throbbing—down the back of my neck. It made me nauseous, and I lolled my head back against a wall, white flashes of pure migraine strobing between my ears to the tune of my quick pulse. Next, the floor. The cold, hard, ja...
Murder and fire; ruin and damnation. Roland trailed along the perimeter of the inner wall in heedless flight as the world around him burned. His lungs wheezed and his chest palpitated from the effort. He had retraced his steps through the gutted hovels as he watched the ruin of the Cultist's home play out before him. Madness stalked the streets, gibbering mo...
Part 12 — Eruption by Paul Gerard (a pen name) ~ Part 12 of a 12-part tale, laced heavily with lesbian encounters and strange transformations. ~ A word of warning, before you even start reading: A lot of what happens in this story focuses on the rather weird fetish of Breast Expansion (BE) -- from A to D, and occasionally up to and ultimately beyond th...
Author's Note: This story is an original work of fiction. All characters appearing herein are at least eighteen, if not expressly stated. Future stories starring some or all of these characters might also be forthcoming based upon response and demand. Certain characters featured herein may also be found in other works by the authors. Feedback is desired and...
By the time of the Christmas Party liaison there was no question about the intensity of ardor in our relationship. Dorothy wanted to be with me whenever possible, and I wanted to be with her constantly. Neither was possible, of course. And whenever we were together, our appetites for each other seemed insatiable. The satisfaction of our hungers was possible...