Literotica Novels & Stories

Jessica's worst offense was ruining my wedding and causing my death. This time, I decided to make sure the engagement would be called off entirely. Over the weekend, Nathan had been taking Jessica to various high society events. News about him kept flooding the internet. "Mr. Nathan McKinley Spoils His Sister Endlessly! The Duo Attends the Leftwich Patriarch's Birthday Gala Together!" "Mr. Nathan McKinley Goes All Out for Love—Spotted at Yet Another Auction!" Social media was abuzz with chatter and full of envious comments about their so-called sibling bond.

Lukas opened up about his troubled past, revealing the painful memories and regrets that had haunted him for years. "I thought I had left all of that behind," Lukas said, his voice tinged with sadness. "But seeing Selene again, it brought back all those memories."Emma listened attentively, her heart aching for Lukas. She could see the pain and guilt in his eyes as he recounted his past mistakes and the consequences they had brought. But she also saw the strength and resilience in him, the unwavering determination to make amends and create a better future. "You're not defined by your past, Lukas," Emma said softly, reaching out to touch his hand. "You've grown and changed. You're a good perso

Rita The library’s towering shelves cast long shadows as Rita and Derek walked side by side, their conversation a careful dance of half-truths. "Mugwort enhances dream magic," Derek said, fingers trailing along a dusty spine. "But it’s the timing of the harvest that most witches overlook." Rita nodded absently. "Gogo always picks it under a waxing moon." "Smart woman." Derek shot her a sidelong glance. "You seem better today." "I am."

“Right! Miss Cast said anything she wanted, she already packed and took. Everything left in the apartment is trash we can throw out.” She said it casually, almost cheerfully, and tossed the entire box outside. All those memories, every soft, stupidly happy moment between us, tumbled straight into the trash. Adrian walked away like a man who had forgotten how to breathe. The streets were empty on New Year’s Eve, except for couples leaning into each other, wrapped in their own little worlds. But to him, every pair of lovers blurred into— Me and that man in Miami.

She laps it all up greedily, moaning like I’m the best thing she’s ever tasted, her tail now teasing my asshole, pressing lightly against the tight ring until I’m shaking. Lira rises up, lips and chin shiny with my cum, eyes wild. “Good girl. But I’m not nearly full yet.” She says as shadows swirl around her hips and a thick cock manifests, heavy, veined, deep violet like the rest of her, already leaking pearlescent precum from the fat head. The cock looks inhumanly perfect, throbbing with need, and my eyes widens. No. There is no way I’m going to be able to take it.

As his hand gently made contact with mine, a jolt of electricity coursed through my veins, E every nerve-ending awakened, tingling with a mix of anticipation and desire. Time seemed to pause as the touch created a profound connection, sending shivers down my spine. "MATE. " He Said as he raised my hands, placing his lips on it. As he said this, I felt my wolf howl for the first time inside me. "Mate. " I responded as tears threatened to fall from my eyes. "Am I in a dream?" I muttered.

The spacious living room was adorned with tasteful artwork and plush furniture, creating an atmosphere of elegance and comfort. Lily stepped into the room, her eyes immediately drawn to the captivating paintings that adorned the walls. The soft glow of the room lights danced upon the canvases, illuminating the intricate details and vibrant colors. Each stroke seemed to tell a story, capturing the essence of the subjects in a way that stirred Lily's soul.

Then, apparently quite pleased, she slipped on a shiny black robe, its red stitching forming the shape of a tiger. “Right,” said Loretta. “Now get in the audience while there are still seats.” I put on my butterfly mask and rushed back into the hallways of the Boudoir, then found my way to the theater’s main entrance. To the right of the double-doors, an attached wooden sign proclaimed the coming shows and their respective times, including the following: 16:30: See Loretta Wolstenholm, Professional Masochist! A show like no other! Will make you proud to be dead!

“Olivia, do you honestly believe that a wolfman type creature bit you on a full moon causing your body to change and transform itself into something other than human. Also that every full moon from now on, you too, will change into this wolf type creature?” “How else would I know you had lasagna for lunch?” I snap then make a show of sniffing. “Also, wine. I am guessing red, by the smell. Oh, and you had a side of that blonde nurse for dessert.” I know it’s stupid to goad him, but I can’t help it. Only when I’m angry do I manage to clear some of the fog of the drugs they are putting in my system.

intoxicating in its unvarnished appreciation of my physicality. "For a divine creature in decidedly feral spirits this evening..." he mused, tapping one long finger against his chiseled jaw. "I do believe our signature 'Black Lotus' would make for an... invigoratingly spiritual first rite of passage, wouldn't you agree?" Lilly clapped her hands together delightedly, features awash in the pulsing infinity pattern of the lavender infinity room backdrop. "You read my mind as always, darling! Two of those devilish concoctions forthwith, if you'd be so kind."