"Up the airy mountain, down the rushing glen, We daren't go a-hunting, for fear of little men." -William Allingham, "The Fairies" *** "I want to dance with the hill people at night," Flora said, standing on a chair and looking out the window. Megan looked with her. The summer sun was slipping behind the yew trees on the hill beside the big old house, bu...
Author's note: Recently, my friend Dynamite Jack challenged Literotica writers to spin a yarn based on the Statler Brothers' song "Bed Of Roses." I have decided to take him up on his challenge and write one for the Holiday contest. If you've been keeping up with the some of the stories that have already been released, you have a general idea of how the song...
Lydia pulled up at the front of the O'Sullivan farm the Tuesday after her house purchase settled. She was here to speak to Anna. They'd originally organised to meet at Toowoomba, but Anna had rung to let her know she'd had a bad morning. She'd wanted to cancel. Lydia, who'd had to hype herself up to drive to Toowoomba and had in fact already left home by t...
Part One: Young and Impetuous Krissi It happens to all of us—we see that person at the store who looks just like an old friend, teammate, or lost chance at love. As we get older, it seems less important to bother approaching them to ask if they are who we think. It's just easier to let go of the past. But we are impetuous in youth. We are sure of ourselv...
Following my enlightenment I woke the next morning to birdsong and breakfast. I had slept in later than usual and even before I opened my eyes I sensed the sun already flooding into my room. Sitting at the end of my bed in a short chemise and choker I watched Kitty a moment as she held a crumpet in one hand and a buttery knife in the other. She made a littl...
I was sunning myself at the side of the pool when Lisa dropped her bombshell. “Kathy?” “What?” “Have you ever fucked a guy?” I looked at my friend Lisa curiously while I felt my face getting red. How the hell did she know that’s what I was thinking of? “Well, have you?” Lisa demanded. “No.” “Why have you gone so red?” “Have I?” “Oh, come on, Kathy,...
First the standard disclaimer. All characters and events in this story are fictional. ***** Info to set the stage. We were a late mid-twenties couple. I worked full time as mechanic and Rachel my wife part time as a secretary in a small office. We decided to buy a house and pay it off before starting a family there were 18 payments left. With a healthy s...
Cheating and Rivals Part 51 Mike was dreaming. It was a great dream, of Jen giving him a blow job. When Mike woke up he realized he was panting. He looked down. Jen WAS giving him a blow job! "Merry Christmas baby," Jen said with a smile. His hard cock was half in her mouth and her lips were wet, just like last night with Jacob. The memory made his cock je...
This part wasn't edited/beta read by anyone . I apologize for any mistakes in grammar. **** I wake and she's still sleeping. She's curled around her pillow, arms folded under her head. Her breathing is soft and rhythmic. Her beauty takes my breath away. Her resemblance to Gerry is still a shock but I feel as though I know this girl in a different way. It...
We Meet Again Author's notes: I claim the copyright to this story, and it may not be posted elsewhere except by express written (electronic counts as written) permission. This is a work of fiction, and no real person is represented here except for the conductor of the Atlanta Symphony, who plays a very minor part. As a celebrity he is fair game for what he...