Foreword: This is a work of fiction. None of the people in this story are real. None of these events ever happened. This story is nothing more than words that came from my imagination. Any similarity to any real people, places, or events is purely coincidental. Operators of erotic story web sites, whether free or fee-based, have my permission to post my st...
Raising the Dead, in Spite of the Natural Order: A Cautionary Tale Chapter 15 Entirely possible that I oversold my confidence on the subject of my saving everyone from certain doom. I will own up to that. Not out loud or anything, and what they don't know won't hurt them. Right up until the point where it could possibly hurt them. But it'll be far too late...
I realised that I should have been working, however I had decided that I could afford to spend a day 'working from home', as long as I kept my PC on-line it would give the impression that I was still working but it would allow me to have some free-time for some WAM fun. I had been chatting with someone who had piqued my interests, I was big into more extrem...
We had decided to try to dig a pool down in the creek. We wanted a pool long enough, and wide enough, and deep enough, for the two of us to wade up to our necks in the cool water. We knew where the creek originated. From the northeast corner of our property we could see where it leaked out of our neighbor's back yard. Even during the drought we had two years...
Hi all! This is the first story I've posted on Literotica. First story posted anywhere, for that matter. I'd love to hear what you think, good, bad, or indifferent. I hope you enjoy it! ***** I know I'm not much of a storyteller. Never was much good at jokes either. What's a joke except a really short story after all? Well, a funny one anyway. I don't like...
I can't believe I'm doing this. I can't wait to do this. I can't believe I'M DOING THIS! For all my big talk, my cunt talk, I'm still stunned that I'm standing here, dripping, my cunt wide and wet, waiting to be fucked by a man I've never laid eyes on, but am willing to be laid by. Laid by. This is a LAID BY. It's not a stand by. I'm sick of standing b...
I was in the middle of my lecture when Bijou walked into class. The topic that day was line breaks in poetry, and I was talking about how the William Carlos Williams poem "The Red Wheelbarrow" perfectly illustrated how carefully chosen breaks add sense to a poem. She sat in the back of the room, crossed her legs, and smiled at me. Only one or two of the stu...
Jess had always loved technology. For as long as she could remember she had not felt comfortable without a spanner in her hand or a keyboard under her fingertips. She had obsessed with artificial intelligence, of being able to talk with machines, and for them to communicate back. She worked at what she loved, in a lab surrounded by high-functioning but soc...
Eyes glanced up from the poolside as the pair passed by the palm trees leading away from the hotel. Those in the pool shielded their eyes from the sun, already far into the west, it's rays beating down on the clear water, as the two figures strutted toward vacant sunbeds. Though seemingly oblivious, their gait invited stares. Long elegant legs, graceful stri...
**As per the other stories in this series, there are lots of messy kinks ahead. Food play, mud play, trash play, watersports and scat are all involved on some level, so if you don't like the thought of a woman making a filthy mess of herself stop now and save yourself the trouble** *** Elana awoke in her bedroom. It was... A mess. She had been hired just a...