The Meeting I sat in the Pavilion, waiting. I looked up at the atrium of rooms, the various carts scattered about, the maids pushing open doors to change the sheets, sniff the sheets and collect the pool for who had the most rooms with sex in them. The thought bounced around inside my head and I pulled my eyes down from those lurid heights and scanned the s...
Lena McKenneth and Delilah Gerard were at the Styling Profile beauty salon, getting their hair done as part of their weekly beauty ritual. The two best friends were out and about in Atlanta, been best friends since junior high. "Girl, I'm so glad to be going out with you. So glad to be away from Greg, most of all." Lena said to Delilah while they were sitt...
'Oh shush, you're so vanilla.' her friend said. It didn't help that the statement was true, she was rather vanilla. Her portfolio of two boyfriends didn't entitle her to boast sexual worldliness, and her claim to it was lessened somewhat by the fact that they had both been more vanilla than she was. 'I am not! Thank you very much.' she said in what she ho...
! Announcement! The Arena seeks contestants! ------------------------------------------------- Hello dear Literotica readers! Do you like futanaris? Do you enjoy when they get hit in their testes?! Well, I have a perfect offer for you! I'll be writing a story about an arena fight... Using your original characters(OCs)! I encourage you to follow the in...
I hope you enjoy this story. It is a work of fiction so please take it as that. I welcome both good and bad critique. Story line suggestions would also be appreciated. I will not tolerate hateful replies. They will be deleted. ***** Prologue I am a radiologist and have my own company reading and reviewing diagnostic imaging from around the country. With...
[This is fiction. This is a revised story. I made some mistakes in the original and corrected them here. In this story there is vanilla sex, kinky sex, butt plugs, oral sex, pain, cheating and pay-back. This is not a stroke story. There is no affection expressed in this story. No animals or people were actually harmed in the creation of this story. Your comm...
The lull of a hot Indian summer day lingered even after sundown, dewy air hanging over the city. Only the familiar chime of a shop-door bell alerted anyone to relief of the muggy weather as cool air offered salvation when the door swung open. People passed in and out, unremarkable each one of them in the way a customer is a customer, an order is a simple ord...
I feel a hand from out the crowd grasp my breast. The real one, not the metal. I pay it no mind; I'm long since past the point of caring about that. In a haze of pink fog I glance at the lighted watch built into my left arm. It glows bright red against the burnished nickel plating. 12:20. AM? PM? M&Ms I don't know. My head is pounding, I think from what eve...
Note to Reader: My Beloved, Little One is stricken with Alzheimer. "Stricken" is not overly-dramatic, especially when it happens to one who has lived with so much vitality and intensity. Of course, everyone connected to the person so afflicted, also "has it" to some degree and we struggle too. My reasons for scribbling these words together are tri-fold. In...
Note: This is the first of a series of shorts centering around Haze. A strange city shrouded by mists, and inhabited by stranger residents still. To walk into it is to walk into another world. A fairy land of cement and steel and gothic gabled shops. Of dance and drink and predators who prey on the unwary. The weak willed. The submissive. Enjoy. oOo Enter...