Mia stepped out of her car, and popped the trunk. She pulled out her duffel bag and backpack and then closed and locked it, then looked around her. Distantly she saw a few other groups forming, and hoisting her bag she made her way towards the nearest. She knew that these were her people because a woman was dressed in a full medieval skirt with a wide brimm...
Memoirs of Kitty Siam – The Priestess and The Monk. When dawn came and the first rays of sunlight slipped through the gaps in the wooden shutters and the sheer curtains that functioned more as mosquito netting than actual drapes, my housemates stirred to life. First Sneha and Palu attempted to continue where they left off the night before but a slightly dis...
Author's note: The story below is an experiment. I was inspired, or challenged, to write it after reading "The Finisher" a 2014 fantasy novel by David Baldacci. If my use of any words or terms is identical, or even close, to those of Mr. Baldacci, it is unintentional. Mr. Baldacci used them first and I thank him for his effort. It was a larger challenge th...
Once upon a time there was a really awesome story on Literotica titled the Virgin Princess. The story was well written, skillfully crafted and very hot. It was thought that the name of the author was Marcl or Markl or Mikl or something like that. One day, as some days often do, an Evil Situation cast its indiscriminate randomness upon this story and poof - i...
The iceberg floated past the coast, white and blue reflecting onto the sea from its mountainous heights. This was by no means the first iceberg that 'En had seen. Indeed, they were a very common sight, particularly in summer, but she had no idea what they were. It occasionally snowed in winter, but 'En was not able to associate the sight of the huge white fl...
Amber looked up to the hill and smiled at the flags that snapped in the breeze. The high walls that supported their presence, held a secret. A secret that only those over the age of eighteen knew. Amber knew there was something special happened within those walls. A manor house was perched on the very top of the hill within the walls. It presided over the sm...
Chapter Sixteen "Demure," the woman who had once been Glade's mistress replied hesitantly in the Knights' language. "Not Lady Demure. I no longer have a title, just as I no longer have an estate or a husband." Glade crouched down beside Demure under the shade of a palm tree. The appearance of both women had changed in the intervening years. Their hair was...
Ivory was consumed by the flames of jealousy. All through the night her moist vagina was repeatedly stimulated by Glade's fingers. She shuddered many times over with the warm pleasure her older lover had orchestrated and it was into Glade's arms she collapsed, but the object of her jealousy wasn't the shaman. It was Ptarmigan who at that moment was in the...
There was a time when the people of my village were safe. It was a long time in the past but the old ones spoke of it. It was hard to believe there had been a time when the wolf had not ruled my people. Since I was but a child, I had heard the stories of life before the wolf had come. They were like fairy tales in my village, told and retold but rarely belie...
This is an original work by Zeb_Carter and is protected under (c) copyright by U.S. copyright law. It is only being submitted at Literotica.Com and any submission to any other site has not been authorized by the Author. House Calls -- Part IV I sat watching Susan work. She was trying to save the limb of a patient who had been bitten by a wild dog. Mauled,...