Well, that was a surprise. To those who may have clicked on what was supposed to be this story early Tuesday and were confused, well so was I. A little mix-up occurred which is all fixed now, hopefully. Many thanks to the fine folks at Literotica for their work in getting it all straightened out. The third installment of Summer 1971 features the reuniting o...
(Note theses characters were introduced in "The Miller's Daughter" so you might want to read that first!) * The 18-year-old nun-in-training, Cecilia, had passed out from the exhaustion of having all three of her orifices thoroughly fucked for three days straight by a team of satyrs with cocks the length and girth of tree-trucks, and thus did not see the De...
"Last call, last call," Adam, the bartender at a local bar and grill called out. The staff was worn out from the busy night as patrons were slowly stumbling out the door, holding on to the frame as if the edge of the world was just outside the door. Outings, the bar, was a town icon, having been there since the first building was setup many decades ago. It...
I tried not to think about Drew as I got undressed. It was one of those rare humid summer days, and my tank top clung to my breasts as I lifted it gently off and flung it to the ground. It landed on an empty Ben and Jerry's carton. Gasping from the heat and exasperation, I scurried around my room attempting to clear away the evidence of three weeks' heartbre...
Ch 1 - 30 days It was Mon. Oct 26th . In 30 days we would be headed to Jamaica on vacation. For 351 days a year my wife and I led a rather prudish life. Ordinary, most people would say by when compared to our 14 days in paradise, "prudish" was a more appropriate word. For 14 days we threw away our clothes and inhibitions. We spent our days on the nude beac...
I received several hate messages and comments about punctuation. Please note that 1) this is pure fiction and 2) I use conventional French punctuation (Writing in English is sufficiently difficult for me not to bother with such details). ------- The caravan arrived soon after to the caravanserai which was the origin of the house Dhanraj had bought. The bui...
It was the night of Alison's weekly bridge club meeting. The club met every week in Alison's living room. During the bridge game, Alison's house husband, Little Billy, always waited on Alison and her girlfriends, bringing pitchers of daiquiris and other refreshments. Little Billy hadn't had a job in years, not since marrying Alison. Alison was a high powered...
- PROLOGUE - This is the account of the event that became known as, "The Change" to those involved. Our story focusses on a young couple named Jerry and Lita. They were your typical couple, no kids yet, but a husband and wife that worked full time, and spent their evenings together. They were a happy couple, with a healthy sexual appetite. But all that w...
Gyllen had woken up on an exceptionally lovely morning. Strong sunlight was breaking through the curtains and birds could be heard singing to one other outside from the window. As he sat up in bed, stretched and yawned, a rap at the door was heard. Gyllen quickly got out of the comfortable confines of his bed, threw on a gown and opened it to be greeted by R...
"Ammanuel, wake the hell up, the rest of us are going hunting, you've slept in long enough, you lazy cur!" The grating voice uttering these words belongs to my father Adam Tilahun, leader of our clan. In the basement of our Mississauga townhouse, I barely felt the sun going down, even though, as a vampire, I am by nature quite attuned to such things. During...