Tara cursed as she rolled over and picked up her cell phone. It was after nine in the morning. She should have been up two hours ago. She should have had at least one outfit finished and be well into a second by now. But staying up until after midnight on the phone with a young Dom did funny things to you it seemed. She cursed again as she raced first for th...
[Author's Note: I realize it has been over 5 years since I wrote Ch. 02 Renee Arrives of this series and so I have had to re-read it in order to get a feel of it in order to get the context for the installment you will now read. These stories were written 5 years ago generally for a future wife to communicate "needs" of mine as it were. In real life this...
The land in Haramani was mostly full of deserts, but the people had long ago settled close to a beautiful river. Yearly flooding was part of their daily life. They even depended on it. Inside the regal royal palace of the Haramani's king, there were many apartments. One of them belonged to Prince Mayur Mishradas. On this bright day, he sat on a stone balco...
Author's Note: Here is the second part of the Life of D, this section covers the happenings and the fallout of the previous relationships and the multiple traumatic events that the character faces. The inherent truth about what lets people keep going through hell is those few victories that we can achieve, those few wins make the burns and scars almost seem...
(Hi All. This is one of the first erotic stories I ever wrote, back in the days of yore. It was never really written with CHYOA's format in mind, but I figured it's worth a shot to submit. The perspectives change between characters and it's primarily women being desperate for men. If there's any further interest or it seems like it gets a decent amount of su...
She looked ridiculous. Like some beached whale, wrapped in a tarp while the humans attempted to save it. She was fat. Fat and disgusting. She had been for as long as she could remember. Though she tried, desperately, but too often in vain, not to remember. Not to think about the past. About the pain. Cathy stared in the mirror. This was a bad idea. She sho...
The life of a fallen angel isn't easy, folks. If someone told you that, then someone lied. However, there are some perks. My name is Falafel. Don't laugh. It ain't funny. And yes, it's my real name. I used to be an angel, until I decided to make my own way into the world. I didn't leave Heaven to follow Lucifer Morningstar and his parade of sycophants. I lef...
(Author's note: This story is an entry into FAWC (Friendly Anonymous Writing Challenge), a collaborative competition among Lit authors. FAWC is not an official contest sponsored by Literotica, and there are no prizes given to the winner. This FAWC was based around the theme of music, with four songs given to choose from. This story is a riff on the song titl...
The fatigued traveler trudged upwards over the sand dune as a cool wind began to whip their cloak about their legs. The sun was beginning to set, and though it was still warm out, the temperature would fall steadily with every minute of it's descent. The warmth of the thin, wind ground sand could still be felt radiating around the traveler's ankles as they...
You had spent the last eighteen trapped in the Harry Potter universe, and you decided to have a little fun. As it turned out as a guy who existed in the real world you had gained Godly powers in this Universe, so with that in mind you crafted yourself an Identity. You knew that there were no known Children of the Death Eaters Bellatrix and Rudolphus Lestrang...