Sheridan Avenue runs the North Shore and makes a few twists and turns onto Lake Shore Drive. I always raced there, it was like a highway in the middle of the city. I didn't know any of the LCs and I had the Camaro and the Viper with me. To my chagrin the Viking had muscled his way in and that made four cars in three lanes. Fucking tough. I'd called at 30Gs...
Queen Wana stuffed up her leather backpack, carefully scanning her royal chambers once more before departing. Seemed like she had everything she needed for her journey. She was a tall woman with a thick, muscular build, and had long dark blonde hair and a golden tan. She was also completely naked, her large, swinging breasts and huge nipples hanging free and...
I was about to leave the University of Oxford, with no idea of what I wanted to do with my life, when I saw an advertisement for the post of tutor to the eleven- year-old son of a Scandinavian count, initially for a period of one year. I had travelled very little but I had studied Swedish, Danish and Norwegian for my modern languages degree and I liked the i...
The title explains so much, but so little of my crazy thoughts, so please bare with me, as I do my best to explain my new found world of celebrity erotic fiction. Is there a after life there could be, or are we all reincarnated to live a new life after are death, let’s just say that we are reincarnated after each life we lived to live a new life, well that’s...
Fifteen The Viking blonde girl, Alice, seemed completely oblivious to the massive fuck fest that had just finished in a firework display of semen, only thirty feet away from her. She also seemed completely unaware of how gigantic her tits had become. (Nat did not remember them being that huge when he walked in). She typed away on a laptop computer, the gl...
April 5th, 1763 first mates log We captured the "Nordic Mist" a week out of Oslo.. Captain set the crew afloat as usual but he needs another hand and this boy looks healthy.. a young Norseman strong backs those Norse.. I know them well.. my mother's family were Norsemen.. fierce in battle.. loyal in love.. Captain says I have until the next ship to tame hi...
My great uncle Fergus used to pat me on the knee and he'd say, "Me boy, some thin's just smell right." I was just a lad, how was I to know that he didn't mean pie? ~ J. Milton O'Leary Reservoir of Power Chapter 2 Lena swatted at whatever was tickling her cheek. She growled in irritation and tried to reach out for her blankets, thinking to bury her head...
This is the third story in a series. It follows "Same Time Next Year" and "Eclectic Tastes." Comments are always appreciated. ***** Cassie Chunko is pacing the floor of her one-bedroom apartment, waiting for a callback from her good friend Linette Culbert. She can't wait to hear more about Linette's incestuous romp in the sack with her dad Drake, aka The...
Sigmund belched out a loud burp as he took his broadsword and stirred the coals in the fire. Blood, hot and thick from a fresh kill, dripped down the blade and sizzled as it drizzled into the fire. His belly was full of beer and roast boar, and as he glanced over into the clearing, and saw the crowd of naked bound girls kneeling in the snow, hands chained be...
Thank you, Randi, for hosting this event And thanks to Literotica for being here for the writers and readers. Folks, this is a fantasy, not reality, so please enjoy this tale. * When he looked back over the carcass of what he had, wrongly, as it had transpired, presumed was a happy marriage, he realised that the connubial deathwatch beetle that had done fo...