I moved into a new house last summer and things got interesting. I'm a single guy, an old-school geek I guess you could say, one whose whole life has been angling that way. I got into comic books as a kid (I especially liked the big breasted female characters even though I was too young to know why), I was in A/V club in high school, I have a college degree...
Acknowledgement: I'd like to express my gratitude to Snooper for taking the time to critique the original draft of this story. I want to thank this editor for their advice and guidance, both that which I took, and that I didn't. Chapter 1 Matthew Moore completed the house around midyear 1870. He had begun construction of the home he was building for his fu...
Literotica 2017 Winter Holidays Contest entry. Votes would be especially welcomed by all authors competing as it takes so many just to be eligible, much less win. All on-screen sexual encounters in the following (when they finally do occur) are between consenting adults over the age of eighteen. *** The Wednesday before Thanksgiving 1987 found me precis...
Chapter 33 -- The Trip Begins I let my eyes close and snoozed a little for a while, until Gloria called out, "Josh, wake up. Sue's making some hand signals." I opened my eyes and tipped up my hat to see what Sue was doing. She was making the hand signal to shift into single file. The road had petered out and we were now approaching a trail. I pulled Barb t...
My parents are strict church-goers, and they named me Agnes, after one of the virginal saints. To say that I was given a severe sense of chastity would almost be an understatement. My clothes have always been conservative, and my attitudes have always been prudish. Even so, I have to admit that I once looked up the story of Saint Agnes and found its more lur...
Copyright 2017 by RWSTEWARD All rights reserved. Reposting without written permission prohibited. From my point of view any door that's open was an invitation for people to look inside. That's exactly what I did. There were several pianos that appeared well worn, and I carefully sat down in front of one. My fingers moved along the ivory keys, and before I k...
There is virtually no sex in this story. Your comments, good or bad, are always welcome. Chapter 1: A Convenient Ghost I returned to my desk on shaky legs. It took several minutes in the relative solitude of my cubicle to slow my heart rate. I had held up well during the meeting, and I'm sure I never gave any indication of having been rattled. I was, but s...
"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...
by Philip Johnson Prologue Tanya and Jay Sheffield, your typical couple in their low thirties. Jay was six feet tall with sandy hair, a quick smile and an above average physique, and he still considered himself average. And then there was Tanya. Not a stunning woman as looks go. Dark blond hair and average blue eyes, but s...
Chapter One Usually it was just Toni and Kyle that we got together with a couple of times a month to play cards, go out to eat or maybe have a cookout when the weather was right. But after Hugh and Sonja moved in next door they joined us too. The six of us seemed to be compatible and were within ten years of being the same age so our group of six became pre...