When the doorbell rang, Bella tossed a pillow to the floor in the corner of the room. "You kneel on that right now, facing the door, and I'll bring my friend up to see you." Collared and naked, Jack was mesmerised by the situation; he did not fully understand submission yet, but his cock stiffened as he was told. He realised this was much more than youthful...
The new format and features that Literotica is developing are becoming addictive to some people. In talking with other readers and authors I found that I was not alone but I am a member of a large and growing group of addicts trapped in a cycle of Literotica stories. In my case, it all started one morning when I settled down into my routine with my second...
It had been a good year for Ivy Zhang. The graduate science teacher had been fortunate enough to land a position at a prestigious girls' school, and she was hugely popular with the staff and students. She was young, beautiful and exotic to the students, and didn't shy away from taking on extra responsibility in the school. Unlike her older, conservative coll...
Author's Intro: As with many stories, this could be placed in several different categories. It's built around a decidedly nonhuman encounter, so I went with that category. But it's really far more about the human responses to the encounter. One could also easily classify it as fantasy and perhaps even nonconsent (albeit in an unusual manner), so it's got tho...
I've got a secret. Wait. Before you close the cover and discard this because you think you've already heard this story-STOP. This has nothing to do about anything I'm not proud about or scared that someone may find out. I am a slut. And I'm trapped. I need sex. I live and breathe sex. I'll die if I can't get what I need. I'm not a slut because...
As I sit here typing I can feel as my sinuses fill up like a heavy water balloon ready to burst. The pressure pushes against my eyes causing an annoying pain; they feel as if they are about to pop out of my head. I can barely see the screen as I continue to write the story I am working on. My throat dry as the desert, tortured by the blast of the powerful...
It was right around sunrise on a June Saturday morning when 19 year old Angie slowly walked down her street, headed home after an all night partying session with a small group of fellow slackers. The High School dropout lived with her mother, her father had been out of the picture for years. Angie was currently unemployed. She had worked at a few dead end ty...
Copyright 2008. All rights reserved. This material maybe not be reprinted or posted on any other internet site without the expressed written consent of the author. Clad only in white silk panties, My Ling slowly walked the length of the table, closely examining her prey. She pushed and prodded his torso with her foot, getting the feel of the man meat she...
Trapped No More "There's some kind of a mage tower a little to the west here," Leilah reported the next afternoon as she returned from a scouting trip. "Or what's left of it. It looks like an explosion took out half of it and it doesn't look anyone or anything has been there for a long time." Zalen scratched his chin. "It might be worth checking it out. T...
The place is for real, its description perhaps a little bit over the top, as for the rest...? It's been threatening to rain for days, making the current place I was sitting very eerie, for it was an old gothic mansion. When I first saw it, it reminded me a bit of 'Mandalay' from Daphne Du Maurier story 'Rebecca'. My living quarters are the old servant's qu...