Just a quick story to get my feet wet with the process of posting here. I understand chapter 01 was a bit incomplete and started in the middle hopefully this one will clear things up. Technically there was a reason chapter 01 was so incomplete but we will see if I am able to pull it off correctly. I am not sure if I have the proficiency for that yet, tha...
The dreadful temptation to take that accursed ring to Fiona and demand she wear it again was almost too much for me. I worked through the five stages of grief, starting with denial that there was any reason not to surrender all sense of self in the cause of submissive ecstasy. Why couldn't I spend my days in loving worship of a virile goddess? I was even wil...
A priest and a nun walk into a farmhouse... Sister Genevieve opened the door and let Father Polson out of her car. The father was approaching forty, but maintained the build of a frontline war veteran. He looked at the farmhouse at the top of the dirt driveway and frowned, his square jaw jutting out. "This is the place?" "It is, Father." Sister Genevieve...
It was a frosty day in late November, and a storm was brewing on Chariot Street, where, more than three decades ago, the Russian government purchased land to build its state-of-the-art Diplomatic Mission. Normally, Chariot Street was quiet, but on that fateful day, dozens of men and women gathered before the Russian Diplomatic Mission to protest the actions...
The life of a widow is never easy, whether she's poor, wealthy, or somewhere in between. Such has been the fate of such women since the dawn of time. Montreal-Nord resident Milana Amagov knows this better than most. After her husband Aslan Amagov died a year and a half ago, life has been pure hell for the forty-nine-year-old Chechen Muslim woman. Loneliness...
How do you explain to your fiancé that there are dark secrets-- even ghosts-- in your family history. And that some of those ghosts are not fully relegated to the past. This is a sad, sweet, tale which echoes a time that many would like to forget ever happened in this country. But it did, and the ghosts of that time live on in many families in many differen...
There is a bit more plot in this story. I included the Starfire scene ahead of schedule since I had a lot of requests. Also I want to apologize if some of my stories appear racist. I understand it is a stereotype and not all black men are well endowed. However, as a bisexual female, I enjoy the stereotype as a fantasy. I do not mean to offend anyone. *****...
I'm a proud nineteen year old Japanese young woman, born and raised in Tokyo, but I never really felt that I truly belonged there. My wild and free American soul has always felt constrained by Japanese customs. That's why I moved to the United States. Yes, I'm a typical petite long haired Japanese woman raised by traditional parents, but according to my moth...
*First chapter of my first story on literotica. When you sign on to test the next big sex toy you're going to meet some interesting people and have some fantastic orgasms. I can't wait to hear your feedback. * ***** Soft drums started tapping. A sax blows a long slow note. A royal blue curtain dissolves into smoke. White neon strips slowly outline the stag...
No sex! Only story. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Freedom Part 11: Catriona -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- A portal of purple flames shimmered into existence in one of Catriona's market squares, releasing three travelers from its bond. It snapped out of existence just as quickly, leaving a man, an elf, and a sorceress atop a large, checkered square. The t...