originally published in BloodMoon January 2002 issue “You look lost.” Her head snaps around, away from the seething cul-de-sac down the street. Lank blonde hair that might be pretty--if washed and combed--slithers across her wind chapped face. Dark blue eyes widen as if with faint recognition. He’s not surprised. He’s been watching as she’s wandered th...
My bum cheeks were safe for the moment, for all our eyes were riveted to the stage and nobody even dared to whisper. A tall woman in an elegant moss green evening dress which she could have worn to the opera stepped onto the platform. A dress she could almost have worn to the opera, I corrected my impression when I noticed the deep neckline that almost reach...
Everyone in this story is (of course) over 18. Windy Swimming helped me with the dialogue. Thanks Windy :) ***** The wind rushed against James' face. He was cycling towards Michelle's house where they would play some games with friends. The group of friends always hung out and were very close. He stalled his bike in the garage with the rest. It seemed l...
My name is Ariel. I'm twenty, and come from a poor family in the countryside. It's a beautiful place: all you could see was green for miles, we had a few grand poui trees, there were a couple of undulating hills here and there and from the top of one hill in particular you could see the entirety of the orange tree estate owned by Mr. Eli, our closest neighbo...
Callie didn't know why it all had to be so hard! She was no beauty, but her friends told her she had a certain cute quality. So why then did Brian Taylor not want to give her the time of day? She was first year at university and still a virgin and the days and nights were getting harder to endure. She had so many feelings that were rising in her like burning...
It's early morning, the birds are chirping outside my window and the sun is shining through the burnt orange drapes. It creates a golden glow with streams of peach and yellow. My entire bedroom is bathed in this morning glow and it's comforting. I lift my hand to rub the sleep from my eyes and suddenly my attention is drawn to a bright sparkle from a ring on...
This story is written by both Dice Casden and Kristi as part of the D&K Universe. This and all of the other stories we write are for entertainment purposes only. If you do not like what we choose to write about, Literotica offers many other stories for you to read instead. ****** Backstage at a SmackDown and ECW television taping in the early part of Dece...
I was fed again, allowed to do my business, and taken for a walk. Master didn't speak and neither did I. I trotted around his garden, did not pick or even smell any flowers, and then crawled back inside the house and to my new 'home'. Master set up a TV and VCR and put in a tape. He then left, locking the door. My training began in earnest. In what looked l...
I slip silently through the door, moving without any noise to give away my presence. Twisting the handle, I close the door without so much as a squeak to alert you. I move to the side of your bed without further delay, smiling down at you. You begin to stir when my shadow falls over your body. Moving fast, I press my hand to your mouth when your eyes fly...
"Where's my tea, slut?" At the sound of her voice, he quickly finished dunking the bag into and out of the cupful of boiled water, moved the cup to the little silver tray with the cream and sugar, lifted it carefully, and stared toward the living room. He had to do everything carefully; the chains that linked his wrists to his collar, and the hobble chain b...