My Story: Sometimes when you meet someone there is a connection which goes beyond the formalities and niceties of our social structure. Those times are special. Those people connect on a level which cannot be defined easily with words but can easily be defined with actions. She was such a person. For nearly 4 years we have been more than simple cyber love...
"Shhhhh will you Cal! You want the bastards to hear us?" Domhnall whispered. "You're sure you saw her come here?" "Yes, I saw here arrive with the gypsy whore" Cal replied. "Remember Cal, Eleanor's mine, you kill anyone who tries to come after us, stay in the woods." Domhnall spoke, the venom barely concealed. Eleanor was going to pay for not being in th...
This is a story about an affair between El Muy Lorenzo, a 36-year old Assistant Professor in the Department of Shitology at U-TRASH, and N, a brilliant 23-year old undergraduate student. It is told through Lorenzo's conversations with his psychiatrist Dr. Shitsteak. We should say a few words about N, but the reader must respect the fact that what we relate...
Thanks to Kate for editing my story. I am sure you could tell that English is not my native language. The two women in my story are both talented Literotica writers. They have both approved that I have used them as characters in this story. They have both read the story before posting. Please check their profiles and stories. This is my first ever entr...
I looked it up: "Our earliest substantiated evidence for elf-beliefs comes from Anglo-Saxon England, medieval Iceland, and the German-speaking world of the time. Some general themes are apparent in the texts: elves were human-like; were once pagan divinities of some kind; and were so dangerous they could cause harm to people or livestock and might seduce peo...
It was six in the morning after Thanksgiving in Herb and Marcia Slocomb's comfortable but unpretentious home in Litchfield County, Connecticut. The couple had awakened early and were having a quiet cup of coffee and nursing monstrous turkey hangovers. They'd had a late holiday dinner the previous day, and it had been an unqualified disaster. Burdened by an e...
Missy Arrives (sequel to Amy's Appetite) I hear a strange gasp or was it a moan. There in the bedroom doorway is a stunning redhead. Her blouse and bra are hanging open and her skirt and panties are one the floor. Her fingers are strumming her treasure. Her passions are obviously on the rise. Her voyeurism and her rubbing have done their work. Her treasure...
You are Baldr, prince of Jutland. You were born to a family of conquerors. Two generations ago, your grandfather Ragthenn was contracted by a small coalition of Jutlanders in order to fight off marauding raiders, but these lords balked when the time came to pay their contract. In a wroth, Ragthenn led his band of mercenaries into Jutland and conquered villag...
with apologies to Mary Howitt She shooed the last noisy little cricket out the doorway as the final bell rang, then sank onto a stool with a sigh of relief. She sprang to her feet when, not a minute later, two tiny ladybugs ran back into the room. The taller of the ladybugs grabbed her forgotten lunch box and dashed out the door with a cheerfully shouted "H...
Alexander Caine, heir apparent of one of the wealthiest interstellar mining-conglomerate families in the entire solar system, was trying and failing to get into the swing of things. He was knee deep in tanned, oiled-up harem girls, but a nagging at the back of his mind refused to allow him to let go and fully enjoy the latest elaborate role-playing screw-p...