Quiet rain soaked the fallen leaves of the garden that lay in late autumn's slumber outside the elegant French doors. Katherine watched as it gathered in small pools on the ground between the naked trees and reflected the light of the three lamps there. She brushed the long brown hair that coursed its way luxuriously down her back. Her thoughts flitted from...
Jasper Wallace climbed the darkened stairway in the ancient castle, without the aid of candlelight. He didn't wish to draw attention to his trespass. His mission was too important to fail. Luckily he'd walked this path every evening for the past month. Quietly, he hurried down the narrow corridor, a smile spreading across his face as he neared his destinati...
The bed has been stripped, its bare mattress only hidden by the crisp sheet pulled taut and smooth over it. The large wooden headboard, shaped and carved as it is, stands in stark contrast to the simplicity it rises above. And then there is her; my girl, my slave, my muse. Like the bed, she's stripped, standing before me naked, as unadorned as she is unasha...
When I was young, I believed that the gods were our perfect caretakers. They blessed us with bountiful food, the greatness of Sparta, and powerful mystics to give us direction in life. But those powerful mystics were the very same who robbed me of true life, true freedom, and those gods were the same gods who let me rot in my husband's cold prison of a palac...
***There's no sex in this part but the story will build towards it. * will mean internal thought*** Prelude Isle of Skye, Scotland year 150 A.D. "So...you wish to leave?" The Queen of the Sidhe cunning eyes roamed over the Chieftain and Lady Green. The court fell silent, eager eyes waiting and watching. The Queen was known for being ruthless and it seem...
Sandra’s Story The wind cut across the river flinging the tall grasses of the marshland to and fro, like an army of rag dolls. Sandra looked across the wild open expanse of Fenland and wondered what lay beyond. In those days her name was still Sarah. It was only in more modern times she had changed it. The year was 1645 and the Civil war, which had wrecked...
This is my first literotica story ever written. Comments and critique are greatly appreciated. * I look out the window as the car drives away carrying my mom and stepdad. It's a pretty normal weekend for this summer; they are going for a day trip to the beach. I only went with them once, for my eighteenth birthday last month. I wait around for five minutes...
On the outskirts of downtown, the boys are chilling, stuffing their faces and laughing it up in a corner booth, trying to catch up with each other. "So, Schroeder; what happened to those dreams of playing with orchestras and shit," Charlie wondered. "I did man, I still do, but it doesn't keep food on the table, plus I figured I needed to broaden my range s...
This is an absolutely true story. Only the details, not the basic facts, are embellished to enhance your enjoyment. In the spring of 1981, my wife and I were working in the yard. The black locust trees were in bloom. They were perfuming the entire neighborhood. Our yard had several of the fragrant trees and it made our tasks more enjoyable. As I mowed the la...
My spouse and I have three children and full-time jobs but somehow we still find our relationship exciting and fulfilling. Occasionally though, it can be hard to squeeze in good quality intimacy. We are now and then impelled to be creative and flexible regarding our sensual affections. I am the reserved modest type and generally rely on his creativeness. I f...