WARNING: The following is a work of erotic fan fiction. The events of which are completely made up and did not happen, and is no true reflection of the characters, promotions, wrestlers, events etc depicted or referenced within. Fantasy is legal. This material is unsuitable to be viewed by those under the legal age limit of viewing pornographic material in y...
When I dropped Leone back at St Albans on Sunday afternoon, she seemed a little quiet, as though she once again had a lot on her mind. 'Thank you for a wonderful weekend,' she said. 'No ... thank you,' I said. 'Without you, it wouldn't have been wonderful at all. I would have just been another year older. And I'm sorry that the teashop didn't work out.' '...
The world was not always this way. Though few remember it, and even fewer choose to speak of it, there was a time when things were different. Before disease ravaged the land. Before the great feminization. Before the influx. Before the Femocracy. It was whispered that once white men had been just that: men. It was nearly impossible to believe, seeming more t...
"What do you want, Vampire?" Elsa Martinez, last of the Brujas Del Infierno said to the monster standing before her. In her stately mansion located on La Via Casimir in the south side of Havana, Cuba, Elsa had been preparing for the night after a long day spent visiting her various textile businesses, making sure they were managed properly. The last thing th...
After a last look at himself in the full-length mirror on the closet door, Pat put his magnetic key in his purse and left his hotel room. He had done this enough times to be almost calm as he waited for the elevator. When the door opened, he was relieved to be greeted by an empty lift. It always took him a few minutes to gain the required confidence to melt...
Disclaimer: JAG is the property of Donald Belisaurio, CBS, and Paramount. All other characters are mine and fictional. * * * * * March, 1992 Cape Hado Okinawa, Japan They had left the world of military protocol far behind them. John and Sarah pulled into the driveway of their remote cottage, far from the prying eyes of the world, on a cliff overlooking...
There are two types of men in the world: those who merely dream, and those who will stop at nothing to capture their dream. Some say there's a third type of man-the kind who gets really loud and vocal at a little league baseball game when he thinks the umpire messed up a call against his son's team and won't shut the hell up about how "the fix is in". My fat...
Varigoth, cloaked in Kvikne fox fur, Falningjoen shoulder plates, and Grontjonnan chain belt, stomped his foot fiercely on the ground. The land was a softly rolling hill: a patch of old growth trees with peaceful oak leaves, green and alive on the tree and brown and rolled up into a soft cover on the ground, an open meadow with stout grass blades soaked in d...
Everything about him filled Eliza's senses. Damian's scent, the feel of his skin against her cheek as she lay against his chest, the strength of his arms wrapped around her small form, and the soft, constant beat of his heart in her ears. The bedroom smelled of sex and sweat, testament to another encounter of passionate embraces and writhing bodies. Needing...
F5: The Games She Plays (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. Every story for this FAWC begins with the exact same line. Where it goes from there is up to the...