While vacationing in South America, my wife at the time and I incorporated our open marriage life style while visiting. The difference this time was that the other party involved was someone totally different then those in the past; he was local tribal Indian we called Tito. He was complete contrast to my wife. She stood at 5' 7", buxom, blonde, blue eyes;...
Even in my sleeping furs, the morning bit hard. The cold slithered through my clothes, biting at my skin, hardening my joints. It was time to move. All the cloth and hide in the world, I knew, made no substitute for warm blood. I sat up, wringing my mitten-clad hands to warm them. My legs shook as I stood. Taking up my fishing spear, I used it to nose open...
Greetings to those who may be reading this. I'm genuinely new to this entire writing scene, having only been reading stories on Literotica. Most stories are all the same, so I thought I'd try adding something fresh into the mix. All significant input is invited. Much obliged to you for taking the time to peruse this. In this story, the world and every one...
Augustus Mansfield, Ph,D had resided in Manaus, the capital of the heart of Amazonia, Brazil, for the last ten years. No one knew as much about the thirty areas where tribes lived that had never seen a white man, contained in the 20 million acres of Javari valley, as he did. As an anthropologist, and accomplished naturalist, he often ventured into the untouc...
Chapter One Rodrigo de Toledo brushed his eyes. He was lying in the small boat where he had jumped in the middle of the tempest that had broken the caravel's masts the night before. He shivered at the memory of the huge waves pushing the men into the ocean, while the ship inclined dangerously and the thick curtain of rain made it impossible to see two yards...
Sandra never expected that her life will change in a such dramatic way. Two weeks after her eighteen birthday she was on a routine scouting mission and then an arrow hit her ankle. It was an arrow coated with a sleeping poison. It was a crafty ambush made by a group of slavers. She awoke in a wagon and spent more than two weeks there with no chance to escape...
The fire flared high, sending sparks toward the stars above. The naked bodies of the Amazon tribe shone golden, circling the great fire. All around me my sisters chanted, voices supplicating the Mother Goddess to provide us with a successful hunt. I added my voice to those surrounding me, praying fervently. This was to be my first hunt and I wanted nothing...
Author's Note: Welcome to the seventh chapter of the "true" story of Xena and Gabrielle. You will find this section extremely subtext-friendly. If two women showing their love for one another and having kinky sex is not your cup of tea, please find another story you'd like to read. This story will be submitted in several parts and is based off the series, ye...
The sun rose over the land of Thrace. It looked like it was going to be a beautiful day. Tecmessa was restless under her tent. She had been having dreams again. Strange dreams. She was afraid of them. These were dreams that would get her into trouble if the others found out about them. She was dreaming of a strange man she felt was destined to become her lo...
“Wake up swine!” You hear a cruel female voice command as cold water drenches your face shocking you into consciousness. You try to wipe away the water, but your hands and ankles are firmly bound. Shaking your head and blinking your eyes you slowly begin to regain focus, coming out of a drugged like state. Your mind races trying to remember and process your...