Prologue Mon enfant, ma soeur, Songe à la douceur D'aller là-bas vivre ensemble ! Aimer à loisir, Aimer et mourir Au pays qui te ressemble ! Les soleils mouillés De ces ciels brouillés Pour mon esprit ont les charmes Si mystérieux De tes traîtres yeux, Brillant à travers leurs larmes. Là, tout n'est qu'ordre et beauté, Luxe, calme et volupté. - From "L'Inv...
The laughter filled the darkened street as the children ran up and down the laneways to each home. The air was crisp and clean, the perfect October evening. It had snowed just two days ago and some lawns still had white patches of the cold miserable fluff. Parents laughed and smiled, watching their children gleefully run up to a house to say the expected wor...
Prologue Keene stared up at the ceiling and contemplated the darkness. He was safe, at the compound, tucked under the covers in a warm bed as snugly as a babe in its crib. He could dream the dreams long forgotten by a very different man, in a very different place and time. Dare he consider himself so lucky...to dream dreams and plan for the life he never th...
"Seventeen-Twenty-Five from dispatch," squawked the radio. Liz Harrison, our lead dispatcher, was working the day shift in the communication center. I always loved it when Liz was working dispatch, instead of stuck in her office supervising. Liz had a silky, smoky voice that would make any 1-900 phone sex girl envious. I keyed the button on my lapel mike f...
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I have always had a fascination of Pauline Réage's 'The Story of O' -- and the film(-s) -- and the Crepax Comic about it. In the following I have tried my hand in a sort of updated 'fantasy' over the same subject. I hope you will enjoy it -- and excuse errors etc. as English is not my native tongue. You are welcome to repost, but please have the courtesy to...
"Amy," called Mum, "your aunt and uncle are here." I dashed into the hall and opened the door. Pam kissed me on the cheek saying, "Hi, Amy," then went through to the kitchen where Mum was putting the kettle on. Tim stepped into the hall carrying two heavy-looking overnight bags, and I led him straight up the stairs to the guest room. "It's good to see you,...
Copyright © 2018 - This is an original work by Zeb Carter and is protected under copyright by U.S. copyright law. It is only submitted at Literotica.Com and any submission to any other site has not been authorized by the Author. Author's Note: This story contains wife sharing and husband sharing. It also contains woman on woman sex. It also contains group s...
Greater New York Jinro could see cranes dancing in the imperial garden at Kyoto. Their antics, wings flapping, necks dipping and gyrating, were graceful, choreographed by evolution over thousands of years. The vision was faded like an old photo or distant memory. He'd left Japan with to live with his American father when he was 9, and filled his head with t...
Author's note: This is the largest story I have ever written. Its name has changed three times and the plot is nothing like I envisioned. I hope you enjoy it. The Link Chapter 1 - Sam I needed God. It was hypocritical of me since I never believed. I couldn't fathom his existence, so I ignored the issue altogether in the past. If God wished me to know of h...