by My Erotic Tale and Du Lac (Thank You Du Lac for the EDIT and adding your special touch to my tale. This story has been touched by the Du~ Thank You~) The Challenge~ Thundering rumble of horses in flight. Banded together in an all out spree across the burning sands of a scorching plane. Dust cloud bellowed behind the riders, racing toward the Tower of L...
Dr. Morris crossed her sexy legs and pulled her skirt down to make sure her cooter wasn't showing, Sharon Stone style. She picked up an ice-filled tumbler from the table and reached over, handing to me. I grabbed it with quivering hands. "Thanks." After a few sips of water, I decided it wasn't enough. In my bag was a flask of whiskey. After adding the secre...
~As a small note before this story starts, I'd like to say this is my first Literotica post and I'm not extremely confident in my writing yet. This story is based off of some real experiences of mine, albeit written a bit more fantastical and with some details that may not have happened the way I say, or even at all. Some of it is real, some of is not. I won...
The stone floor is cold and rough under my bare feet, but i'm used to it. This floor is hundreds of years old, worn by the bare feet of slaves, the high heels and boots of Mistresses, the occasional dragging of chains and devious bondage devices of all sorts. The texture is grainy and lumpy. Some of the mortar between stones is missing, some edges are chippe...
Last week I had taken some vacation from work. I was outside doing some yard work; it was a hot humid afternoon. I noticed the lady across the street, her name is Lori, was putzing around in her yard also. Now to say Lori is a vision would be an understatement, long blond hair, deep green eyes, full pouty lips and a body that had to be made in heaven. She wa...
Hi. Elaina here. Mistress is tired of writing so I'm giving her a break and thinking that I can do this more justice anyway. After watching her walk out the door, I allowed myself the little luxury of sticking my tongue out at her retreating image. Not that this made me feel any better, in fact I felt worse. Snaking my hands around to rub circles on my cheek...
It's my birthday, again soon. I'm be twenty-five this year. Although I am married and live with my husband, I am very much alone. Although I have friends, I have only seen their faces in pictures. Although I am constantly busy, I am unsatisfied with my life. This week I've planned a meal, baked a cake from scratch, decorated, wrapped presents supposedly from...
When I took (and flunked) Latin in my freshmen year at high school, we studied a textbook that had sort of a "Roman soap opera", which took place before the Vesuvius eruption. Studying the lifestyle and culture of the people of Pompeii is what inspired this. A lot of this is probably inaccurate, but I hope you enjoy. ***** Pompeii, 79 AD: "Tell me, are yo...
She kneeled in front of the wood stove, laying the paper, kindling and logs for the fire carefully. Rocking back on her heels, she lit it, watching the flames grow, hearing them crackle. Once she was sure it had caught, she closed the doors and stood up, walking over to the chaise that faced the fire. The room was lit only by the small tree and several candl...
The church was non descript when compared to a great City Cathedral but for the village it was their defining piece of architecture. Perched on a hill flanked by an overgrown apple orchard and the dotted teeth of cemetery stones it was a reminder of the past, a reflection of the present, and subjugation of the future. Tonight however this stage of alters, s...