I awoke to a gentile kissing of my neck. It felt so good that it brought a smile to my lips. I was almost positive that it was Bill kissing me, but I couldn't sure. I enjoyed the feeling so much that I made believe I was still asleep so whoever it was would continue. I next felt my sides being touched then a hand on my tummy "I can see you smiling, you snea...
Note: This is a work of FICTION! Although the areas this story takes place in are real; all of the landscapes depicted, the people described, and everything else this story uses to make it enjoyable reading for you are NOT REAL. As you read this story, try to remember: This is a Novel. 79. Planning If there is one place a man does not want to be, it is...
Author's Note: Special thanks to NG, who wishes to remain anonymous, for contributing most of the male character's side of the message exchange. December 2016 The Dennis Inn is a rambling, two-story brick building angled at an awkward slope overlooking a busy highway. My car's tires crackle on gravel as I pull into a parking spot. I turn off the car and...
Tali awoke with a start. The candles of her room the only source of light. She sighed. Every muscle ached and protested as she moved to rise from her sleeping mat. She'd sweat like a whore in a temple. Washing her mat became just another pain her ass for the coming day. She needed a bath. Moving to her bathroom, she passed by her mirror hanging on the wall...
Author's Notes: This story is erotic fantasy written by Etaski. I reserve the right to be listed as the author of this story, wherever it is posted. If found posted anywhere except Literotica.com with this note attached, this story is posted without my permission. (c) Etaski 2017. This story is dedicated to Miurag's best familiar. :) Thank you for reading!...
"Remove your pantalettes and lay back on the bed," he instructed, my horror rising. "And when you have done so, part your thighs so that I may be certain of your virtue." Had not the clergyman been waiting downstairs, I would have escaped once more to the wharf and fled, posthaste, back to my beloved New England. But there I was, and there I would stay. Sha...
Ch. 09: The War, Won, yet Lost... The Crystal Tower would never be the same again. The once-majestic tower was now standing in the middle of a wasteland that stretched far across the Northern Continent. The very same tower was now the gateway of the realm of Lore to the cursed Underworld, realm of the demons. Supreme Commander Daemon sat uncomfortably on...
PROLOGUE The Dreamtime--that gap between what is and what was--is a space where "being" is an eternal, all-at-once state. In the Dreamtime, the past is the future and the future, past. All of what is, what has been and will be meets here. It is where souls reside before becoming and it is the place to which souls return upon ceasing. It is the space to whic...
Chapter 1 The slightly erotic sound of popping corks from bottles of sparkling wine opened by inexperienced bar staff, was more or less ignored by the crowd, with one notable exception. The disrespectful attack on the wine-makers' craft made Paddy Llewellyn wince. He was aware that while New Zealand methode traditionnelle could not carry the exotic name...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** Author's Note: Mistress Pepper and Sophie are "anonymized" versions of me and my slave-girl. The real me. All of my stories are (or should I say will be) my memories of a session with a sub. Thus, they are true stories. Only in this version details have been changed to protect th...