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Prey For Me Ch. 11

by Dvora Sosan on Sep 14, 2017
Novels and Novellas

Pt. XI: The Queen of Hearts Hours later when Jack, Kim and Sam arrived back in Las Vegas, Jack wanted to meet with Thomas Peterson immediately if not sooner. He did. But Peterson wasn't talking. He was dead. The three left immediately for the police impound garage where Peterson's vehicle had been taken. Detective Jimmy DeDad of the Las Vegas Metropolitan...

Weekend Ch. 02

by Cybotic on Sep 13, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

Weekend, Part 2 - Thursday I woke up late the next morning, and slowly. I was feeling so relaxed. I had put myself to sleep by letting the erotic scenes play through my head while my fingers played somewhere else. Other memories were not so pleasant. Fear of my sister intruded on my relaxation. Shame and embarrassment were also represented. Michelle would...

A Day In the Country

by camelotbaker on Sep 17, 2017
Loving Wives

Jim and Julie set out for a ride one Saturday. It was mid-May and the weather was warm and clear. They headed for the north Georgia Mountains for the weekend, as they had been busy all week and needed some time to get away and unwind. The Aztec was fully loaded for the weekend with foods and clothing. They had their telescope, camera and other recreational...

The Last Man Standing

by fanfare on Sep 17, 2017
Mature

The only point of contention between the Wolf and the Shepard is which one of them will get to eat the Lamb. ************** As I limped into the Blarney Saloon, the noise level dropped with everyone craning their necks to look at me. Then turning away, putting their heads together, whispering. While sneaking uncertain glances in my direction. I'd be gues...

Revenge of the Coeds

by Deborah on Sep 15, 2017
Humor & Satire

("Revenge of the Coeds" is yet another true episode in the sexual story of my life. I am purging my soul. Telling of my past "sins" is part of my repentance.) You may recall the real life story "Coffin Candy" that initiated my brief career as a lady of the evening. Angela, Suzanne and I did not get mad. We got even. If you recall, the boys of Phi Gamma Nu...

Ambrosia

by Rob_mDear on Sep 14, 2017
Humor & Satire

This is actually two stories, "The Father" and "Ambrosia". Literotica won't allow a story less than 750 words, and "The Father" is less then 200, so I squeezed it in here, because its very similar in both setting and tone. — Author @ @ @ @ @ The Father His sister Hera, in one of her moments of bitchiness, refused to share his bed this evening. Zeus...

Walk like An Egyptian

by Hypoxia on Jul 13, 2020
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

Author's note: This short vacuous stroker is fiction. People and places are made up. All players are over age 18. Tags: museum, mummy, sting, curators, remorse, Flame Game. Views expressed may not be the author's. Details may be incorrect. The naming convention is deliberate — see note at end. Enjoy! ***** WALK LIKE AN EGYPTIAN ***** A nemesis with a...

Weekend Ch. 03

by Cybotic on Sep 13, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

For the second time in my life, I woke up naked. It was slow and gentle and enjoyable. I loved the relaxed comfort of being nude under the blankets, but I didn't immediately notice my lack of pajamas. I was very comfortable and I had been very tired the night before. I stretched and yawned and felt the sheets pull and slide across my skin delightfully. I ope...

Olympus has Fallen Ch. 24

by Gaius8666 on Sep 19, 2017
BDSM

It was only 9AM and already 94 degrees and climbing. Out on Route 60, just east of Phoenix, Arizona; Rosalita sighed as she looked out the window and watched the Armadillo she had been tracking over the past hour, finally keel over onto its side and go rigid. Its four tiny armored feet pointed straight into the sky, the claws curled up into tiny angry fists...

Sex and Motorcycles

by duskshade on Sep 12, 2017
Erotic Couplings

Midsummer in South Texas is tough. Sure, it’s not Death Valley, where the asphalt sticks to your boots as you cross the parking lot, but it’s brutal. On a Saturday afternoon in the middle of July, the sun beats down hard enough to make the skin tingle almost immediately. It was a bad day to have to fix my motorcycle. Yes, I ride. No, I’m not some greasy bi...