"I say east, to Northhill. Apparently the town has a fabulous castle and a very beautiful Princess," Basil says. A sly, handsome smile crosses his clean shaven face. In the dimming light, his dirty blonde hair almost appears silver, amplifying his aristocratic demeanor. Though dressed in his plain traveling clothes the air of superiority that always surround...
The Arrival of Miss Batholomew My new governess arrives a week before I am to turn eighteen. She comes in an open trap, carried from Canterbury station by a rough looking man whose business it is to take ladies and gentlemen where they wish. He makes no offer to help her down, nor to lift her bags, and our butler Henderson makes a gesture and one of the foo...
[This is largely a rewrite of the earlier story. My wife -- my fiercest critic -- didn't particularly like the way it developed, so I decided to see if I could make it go in a different direction. For those of you who have already read the earlier story, this version is pretty much identical up to the point where Alice takes over the narration, which is abou...
Author's Notes: 'Drive' is my story for Literotica's Highway Song story event. This is another first for me. Dipping my toe into the Loving Wives category... and hoping not to pull back a stump! Truthfully, considering how volatile this category is (and some of its readers are), I have NO expectations. It sinks, or it swims, whatever. DAMN the TORPEDOS!...
My motor coach rocked to a gentle stop with the soft hiss of air brakes. The motion and sound captured my attention and I looked up from my laptop. "We're here?" I asked as I glanced around. David, my friend, driver, trainer, and stunt coordinator, gestured out of the large windshield. "That's the place." We'd stopped in front of a slightly tatty warehouse...
This story is different from anything I've ever written thus far, because it's being told from two different points of view; one male, and the other female. Anyway, I hope you like it, and for those who don't, well, that's life, isn't it? MoogPlayer ~~~~~~ ME Hi, my name is Michael Thomas Taylor, but my friends all call me Mike. I stand six feet, two inc...
Hi folks, Here's another tale of loss and woe. This is another long one, so if you're not prepared for that you might want to skip it. I intended this one as a nice long summer read with a lot of characters and a lot going on. It might be better not to try to read it all in one sitting. I should also tell you that this one is the B version of this story. It...
This is the second installment of the torrid love affair between Howie and Mandy. Howie's wife, Joyce, died of cancer a few years earlier. Howie grieved for quite a while, not even dating friends from work who at least wanted to cheer him up. One day his sister-in-law, Mandy, showed up, having recently moved to the area. Howie had invited her to come over to...
A teenager is determined to see his hot Art Teacher Nude The story is set in 1978. June of 1978. Why? Because that was when my redheaded, next door neighbor and I, both eighteen-year-olds, got drunk and lost our virginity. Wait. That's not true. I needed the story to take place before tanning beds were commonplace in the U.S. This is a long story involvin...
Catching Colleen Ch. 01 Rounding Third and Heading for Home It was my last game. The wear and tear on my knees caused sharp, nagging pain, and my doctor said stop or live the rest of my life as a cripple. I thought of the ache in my arm, how hard it got to lift that arm as the season and seasons went on--and how I somehow managed to make good throws anyway....