My job on that cattle drive had been simple. I was the hired gun. Oh it wasn't as obvious as the times I had been hired on to kill specific people. Nonetheless it was my position. The scout was an Indian and damned good at his job. My job was to ride along with him and make sure nobody killed him. I was also expected to hunt down rustlers. It would be nice i...
Dear reader, I've written this story for the inaugural 'In a Sunburned Country Event', for both my enjoyment and yours. I self-edited, and although I've proof-read several times, the time came when I needed to stop playing with it and put it out there. Anyhow, I've found the best way to discover an error is to publish, so apologies for any mistakes. The ev...
Chapter Six "Dahlia?" I asked in a shocked voice, while still trying to wrap my mind around the possibility. It wasn't possible, was it? She sniffled, "Yes, master. It's me." I wanted to hug her tight and never let go, I wanted to drop her on the floor, and I wanted to fuck her brains out again. I did none of that, and just stood there frozen for a second...
Erin and Melanie * Author's Notes: I apologize for the massive delay since part 13 of this series. As I mentioned before, real life has been hitting me hard all year and so I've been focusing only on those stories that I can publish professionally when I had time to write. When I came back to my Literotica exclusive stories, I found the original concept...
Thanks to WAA01 for the edits. ****** "Thank you for agreeing to do this interview," the female reporter from Music Insider said, as her delicate fingers set the recording device on the coffee table of Magnus Condon's Montana home. "I'm Sophie Dale, but you can call me Saffi," she said, extending her hand. Noticing while his grip was light, yet it was stro...
Maria Hernandez walked into her grandfather's old cabin. She sighed and took her coat off. She started looking for someplace to put it, but soon frowned. The rickety, old furniture her grandfather had built along with the cabin was not where it should be. I turned on the light. She flinched. My revolver was trained on her. "I hope you don't mind, but I dus...
* Thank you, as always, to Alwaysready64 for editing this chapter! * Chapter 10 "Did you like your party?" Ealasaid asked as she looked up at him through her long lashes. She was laying on their bed beneath him, her long hair spread out over the pillows and a heat in her silver eyes. "It was perfect Little One." Drago stroked her warm cheek, brushing his...
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Chapter 1 Lana lit a cigarette and scoffed; she rested her forehead on her open palm, whilst the sound of drilling and hammering continuously penetrated her ears, rattling her brain and nerves. It'd been five days since the new neighbor moved in and there had been no stop at their working on renovating the apartment. With a cup of steaming coffee in hand,...
BOOK 2 A DRINK WITH THE DEACON. 1921 We left the church cemetery in the old T model truck. The top had long since turned from simply leaky to almost non existent, the ride was cold and miserable because of it. That ride and my mood were a perfect match for one another. Bobby pulled the T model into the dirt yard of the home place. The family home was no...