Before you Read: This is my first literotica story... I shall have lots more... My fantasies will be shared, this is just one of the many... Hope you enjoy. Would love feedback and critiques. * Caydence never ever understood how she could let her friends talk her into going to these silly clubs at late hours in hope of finding something. For her best frien...
There are two types of people in the world; those that enjoy conventions, and those that do not. Sean fell into the latter category. He didn't mind the free hotel room or the company expensed food and drinks, but he hated everything else. He disliked the long presentations and the phony salesmen hawking their wares. More than anything else, he hated the othe...
Following a candidate for President of the United States for the thirteen months as a freelance writer had proven to be a roller coaster ride of fast ups, fast downs, curves when you were not quite ready and, mostly, a renewed belief in the motto, “Expect the unexpected.” Gennifer Flowers focused the media mindset on sex almost from the start, and my being...
Edited by luvtaread * With the aid of Hephaestus Jill and Lloyd were able to re-enter Las Vegas. To further aid their attempt to get close to the Goddess they used their powers to alter their appearance. They hoped that by doing this they would be able to get close enough to execute the plan that Lloyd had come up with. It was not the best of plans but it...
Her Fantasy: Volume 1 It had been a long week, and she came home to a dark apartment, wondering where her boyfriend was. She turned on the living room light and went down the hall to the bedroom to change out of her business clothes. Before she could turn the bedroom light on, she heard something which startled her, and quickly realizing it was her boyfrien...
Few outside that room would look at MaryAnn and guess she held -- or even participated in -- sex orgies. In her real life, the one that took up ninety percent of the time, she was a serious writer and one of the best. She wrote feature stories and was associate editor for a large, regional magazine. Thanks to the Internet and the telephone she was able to wo...
Running through the woods my breath catching in my chest, my feet barely grazing the ground. Twigs and leaves catching in my hair, and each time I try to look behind me I loose my footing and nearly fall. I can hear his steady breathing behind me getting closer each time I stumble, a wolf closing in. Frantically I try to find somewhere to hide, somewhere to...
There was a stirring beside me in the bed and drowsily I pulled back and blinked awake with enough awareness to take in the sight of Torin getting off the bed. Where was he going? It was early in the morning and still mostly dark outside. The thought of all that might happen today, including perhaps the death of both of us had me suddenly the rest of the wa...
"Carl, when we go to the snow this winter, can I write my name in the snow?" "What?" "Well you watched me pee this morning. This winter, can I stand behind you, hold him, and when you pee, write my name in the snow?" "Yes you can and then after that I'll bend you over a jet ski, slip deep into you and we will ride it all over Lake Tahoe hitting every bump...
Isn't the political environment toxic these days? In the United States, I mean. The parties hate each other, one calling itself the Resistance while the other arguing amongst itself how to get legislation passed despite infighting and partisanship. You'd think going to a wedding would provide respite to the crazy nature of politics. Think again. The poli...