This is my first story for Literotica, and the first creative writing I've done since I left school. I hope you like it. Many thanks to my editor, gentoxic. +++++ I've been babysitting for the couple next door for a few months now. Their little boy, Liam, is nearly six months old. They go out about once a week, and I take my homework over there and study...
Firstly, many thanks to Hal1 and Todger65 for their editing skills and time taken to educate the author, correct and polish the story for all to enjoy. Introduction: Breaking the Drought is a completely fictional story based in the wide-open spaces of Western Queensland in Australia. The cattle stations are measured in square kilometers with many stations e...
Chapter Five Over the next week, Skyler meandered her way through her classes almost on auto-pilot, giving little more attention to the daily social dramas surrounding her high school classmates. None of it remotely held any interest for the auburn-haired beauty anymore, not really. The one exception was the care she took in noticing the girls around her....
In some Asian cultures, August 8 was considered a lucky day, the squaring of the lucky number 8. But for Cassie and her father, it was a black spot on the calendar, a number your eyes skipped over until you had to confront the horrifying reality of it. It was on an August 8 a decade ago that her mother -- her real mother, not Charlotte the pretender -- had k...
Noami: Why did Jay come over? What does this even mean? How could I be so interested in someone I don't even know. Maybe it was the sex last night. Yeah, maybe that's it. I just need to get over the fact she's the only person to ever make me cum. I walked into my apartment and Julia was sitting on the couch staring at me. "Yes Julia?" "Who the hell was t...
Welcome, dear gals and pals, to your next helping of Smokey goodness, sunshine, warmth and love. (Technical note: This story, Saga #94, follows #92 ("Numbers"). I wrote #93 in between (my next odd-numbered and thus BDSM-flavored story—which is not "Seductress," it's a different one), but have elected not to publish it. So on we go, and now that that is out o...
The new owner of the Faro Ranch was unlike anyone that Emily Wilder had ever met in her twenty-two years of life. Her world did not extend far beyond the slat fences of the Faro. Her father had managed the ranch for Mr. Donavon for twenty-six years. When the old man had died, his son had auctioned off the cattle and sold the property. Emily's poppa had worri...
The little fan on the shelf behind the counter whirred weakly as we all loitered around in a lazy huddle, half listening to Kevin's team agenda speech. It whirred, left and right, slowly like a frail old man - I swear that fan was on its last legs - and did the exact opposite of its function of keeping the room cool. I think it might've actually been circula...
Memory is both seductive and selective. We've all relived the so-called 'good old days' and I'm no different. The older I get the more I find myself returning again and again to one particular year. It was 1988 and I was nineteen. I was a country girl from Healesville on the outskirts of Melbourne, the eldest of three daughters. Dad was a vet at Healesville...
Was it the incomprehensible accent or her really big boobs? Kelly meets a curious woman who asks pointed questions. There are other stories about Kelly, but each one can be read independently. Please read those too if you enjoy this one. I have started writing a couple of others and will post them, should readers continue to like reading about her experienc...