Chapter One The village of Laketown existed as it had for centuries. Since it was both a thriving lumber and fishing center, with many fine craftsmen and artisans plying their trades, as well as a crossroads for trade both by land and by water between the great cities of the north and south, it was unassailed by either war or strife. The town grew and prosp...
Chapter One Spaghetti Bolognaise Watching Leo His long black fringe falls into his eyes as he leans over the cooker. He pushes it behind his ear where it stays momentarily before falling forward again obscuring his cat-like green eyes, that I know are framed with the longest black eyelashes. He tastes the sauce, the tip of the wooden spoon disappearing bet...
Author's Note: This one is heavier on the BDSM Master side with light reluctance again. I hope you have fun again and, as always, feedback is welcome :)! And sorry for the terrible part separation on this one. Jezebel After he used my name, I thought it was all over with, and it left me so frazzled that I spoke without thinking, asking him questions like t...
Chapter 6 The crowd was insane. It wasn't unusual considering this was one of the biggest music festivals of the country, where thousands of people gathered to watch the most popular DJs belting out popular tracks. Tonight, it was DJ Matt making the crowd go crazy. It was September already, and that was possibly Matt's last big show that year. Luciana ha...
Author's note: I began writing this story for the Literotica 'In a Sunburned Country' Australian-themed Story Event in 2018. Consequently, I deliberately included a number of Australian cultural references and issues. However, for a whole bunch of reasons I felt I couldn't give the tale the justice I felt it deserved and so I put it aside to write other thin...
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Meg O'Donnell was once the picture of sweetness and innocence. However, working in the cut-throat fashion industry for ten years does tend to tarnish one's halo a bit. Besides which, she came from a long line of witches. Surprisingly enough, the actual knack for witchery seems to be, to some extent, genetic, and in Meg's case actually skipped generations for...
I know I kept a lot of you waiting for this submission, and I'm so sorry for that. It was rude. But here it is! Nearly six months and fifty-five pages later! (sob) All I can say is I hope it was worth the wait---I tried my damnedest to make it that way. Hunker down, it's a long one. ***** The weather was remarkably sunny and warm for a midwinter's day....
Thanks to Waratah for his assistance. 'Back of Bourke' is Australian slang for 'the middle of nowhere'. Bourke does actually exist -- it's a town in New South Wales. ~~~~~~ 'You claim you want to meet a man, and yet you dress like a fifty year old lesbian,' Kerry remarked, inspecting my outfit. I was standing in her doorway wearing what were euphemistic...
You should be warned: if you're looking for a quick hit of either romance or sex, this is rather long, about 75,000 words. It travels at a non-blistering pace partly because of the subject matter -- at least in the beginning chapters -- and simply because I wanted to tell a story that took its time more than a short story typically does. If that's...