Another "Heartland Tale", with a nod to "Heartland" creator and Literotica author Trisha Monks for her inspiration and indulgence. Follow the link on my Favorites page to see her work. This is a standalone story though and may be read without the context of other "Heartland Tales" stories. ***** "Be careful going home," called Hannah out the door of her...
It began over the years, I have had a few close friends and my wife ask how I got involved in BDSM. Since I was a small boy, age 4 or so, I had fantasies of women bound, with their bare asses revealed to me. I think it might have been from some classic art book I had been exposed to that I don't remember, but that vision has remained clear to this day. The w...
Ch. 09: The War, Won, yet Lost... The Crystal Tower would never be the same again. The once-majestic tower was now standing in the middle of a wasteland that stretched far across the Northern Continent. The very same tower was now the gateway of the realm of Lore to the cursed Underworld, realm of the demons. Supreme Commander Daemon sat uncomfortably on...
A fantasy by Miss Vicky Part 5 (The Last One) The rest of the evening passed with the two of us cuddling on the couch, each with a glass of wine. Megan had changed into a black floor length nightgown with a lace inset running diagonally across the front. This meant that with each movement of her body, I would catch a glimpse of various parts of her body. T...
Kyle and Nancy Reddick lived in Farborough, the town next to Dillon outside Boston. We figured we'd drive over to the girls' parent's home in Dillon after our meeting with the Reddicks. The couple met us at the front door before we had a chance to ring the bell, so we went inside amid the welcoming chatter, through the tastefully decorated home and onto the...
Sara hunched over the keyboard, squinting first at it and then at the computer screen. Her red-framed glasses reflected the white light of the screen, hiding nervous hazel eyes. She knew what she was doing with the computer, what she was searching for, and she could read the Cyrillic fine, but her hands were shaking badly, and there was sheen of sweat on her...
Chrystal Chalice -- Who did the Malice -- Episode 2 A Short Story by Randy Gonzalez *** While I stood there looking down at the body, my friend Kitty Kleft left her theater seat and joined me on stage. As usual, Kitty wore the tightest and shortest dress she could find. Her huge boobs bounced in unison with the precise rhythm only the finest implants coul...
The Salon We lost Sophie that Friday, her debut performance was a bondage session, knowing Sophie she would have been a very happy girl after her first experience of real sex. I was now senior girl, I had seen three other girls become senior, and then graduate to the salon's stage in my time. I knew the rhythm of the school now and it was merely a matter...
I am out of bed and dressed before the sun even rises. Val, Cross, and Oasis sleep soundly across the bed. I gather up my gear, leaving the Consort weapons here. I sip tea as I read into memory a dozen spells. Daggers, wands, and a heap of pissed off, I slip downstairs and out the back door. I take two aerial servants with me and have them scout around for a...
I got to Matt's place as arranged for our Friday evening out. Matt and I have been friends for several years. We are both eighteen and we both hang out together quite a lot. Unfortunately Matt got a girl pregnant and he's decided to marry her sometime next year. Their baby is due any day now. Matt and his fiancé live with his parents, Mr and Mrs Gelas. Mrs...