Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction concocted entirely within my imagination. Any resemblance to real people shouldn't be surprising since most of my stories are based on people I know. While I hope you enjoy this story and are compelled to provide feedback, I don't expect the subject matter will appeal to everyone who reads it. As such, I discourage venom...
The characters in this fanfic are property of SquareSoft and are in no way affiliated with me. If vivid descriptions of sexual activities offend you, please do not go on in your reading. One rainy Saturday afternoon several months after the destruction of Sorceress Ultimecia, Selphie lay on her bed in her dorm room. She was feeling extremely restless and qu...
On the third day of Hrive 'Isia The sound of laughter, gaiety, and joy greeted Gilraen as she made her way through the village. Her thoughts were her own. She wove her way around couples, and families, as well as various merchants who tried to catch her eye. Gilraen had no reason to speak with any of them, her goal was not to strengthen friendships, or empt...
Everyone has a fantasy, even me. Mine is to be fucked by a stranger in an elevator. Let me explain why I have such a fantasy. I love to read, and many of the erotic porn tales I enjoy have some scene where a girl encounters a man, often a stranger, in an elevator and something kinky and erotic takes place. Sometimes she's groped and fingered, sometimes she's...
Quint rode the fence line in the brush. It had been a quiet morning aside from an occasional rabbit, covey of quail, or a stray calf. He had time to think about his time in Afghanistan with constant fear of death, the plight of the poverty stricken farmers, the treachery of the Taliban, and how it different it was from the relative peace and quiet of the Tex...
Copyright 2004, All rights reserved This is a spin-off from the story of Karen and her grandmother's Ring, as described in other files in Literotica. Several readers have asked the writer to report on what became of Hans, the 24-year-old German tourist and Katherine, his 19-year-old former neighbor. As readers of the Zephyr series will recall, they were...
Jersey Central Railroad Station, Jersey City, New Jersey, 9:55 Am. on Friday, the 26th of August 1947: My family and I had arrived at the station on the Leigh Valley's last morning commuter at 8:59 Am., riding from South Plainfield. I'm Josef von Franz, nineteen years old, graduated Summa cum Laude from Bound Brook High School and an All State Football Runn...
John is sitting on the couch lost in silent thought when his wife Emily comes down the stairs drying her hair with a towel. She walks over to the couch and plops herself down next to her husband. "We didn't get a chance to talk upstairs; you kind of took off before I got in the shower. So, now that it's over, what did you think?" Emily asked. "I don't...I...
Heather held up the complicated contraption: wires, tubes, what looked like a motor. "What the hell is this?" she asked. Margery, the representative from Cupid's Gifts, said, "That, my dear, is what we call the 'Handyman's Tool Kit'... "...It's a motorized penis pump." "A what?!?" shrieked Mary. "Well, you slide that red tube over..." Debbie's mind wand...
Chapter 1—Weeping Beauty Brandon clinched Mila to himself with barbarity. She pursued means to break free from his malice. He steeled his hands on her back, sweeping his unruly lips on hers, and then breathing out pensively. She was his bondservant; his wife; the truth was he looked upon her as his wretched slave instead of an attractive, decent woman. "Br...