The clan is of the utmost importance to every Celt, but there aint a red-headed woman in the land who wouldn't throw us aside in favour of her sister. ~~ J. Milton O'Leary Reservoir of Power: Chapter 3 Lena curled luxuriously into her warm bed and pulled the covers tighter around her. It seemed as if it would be a wonderful time to just remain underneath...
Chapter 6 The Conclusion By Woodmanone copyright November/2010 Please read Chapter 1 to 5 so you will be able to understand the characters and the events that have led to this point. Constructive comments and emails are welcome and appreciated. Thanks for taking the time to read my work. I hope you enjoy the story. ******************** Yeah, we'...
It was midnight, and the dark ocean was calm. In the shallows of the coral reef, only one thing moved. Legs pumped as a triangular fin cut through the water. Lonely amidst the rainbow colors of coral, the projection pointed to a massive dark shape resting just beyond the lifeless reef. Cutting through the waves, the fin swam up to the side of the shape as q...
(From A Suggestion By MordMorgan) * Alexandra Mays was a wanderer. Like in the song of old, she roamed from town to town, never staying in one place for very long, never setting down roots. After finishing her first year of college, Alex as she liked to be called, came to the realization that she needed something more in her life than three more years of a...
The All Saints' Eve ceremony was hours away, and yet Phoarateo primping as if it were minutes to his performance. It had been that way all week, Rylesie reflected as she eyed her vain husband from her perch on their bed. When he wasn't primping, he was practicing, every waking hour of every day. Never mind that he knew the score cold or that he was already...
"Have you got the hang of it yet?" Bastian asked. Sybari looked up from her reins. "I don't know." On their walk through the city he'd taught her how to make the horse go, stop, and turn. It seemed pretty straightforward, but the horse was practically walking itself at this point, with her hunched on its back, kept in place solely by gravity. She wasn't su...
It was a late Indian-summer week in Berlin. My colleague Philip met me at Tegel airport mid-afternoon. This visit was planned as mostly vacation, just a touch of work to make it properly chargeable to our grant. I would be staying in his ground-floor visitor's apartment rather than in some faceless hotel – reciprocity for similar hospitality on my part every...
Elizabeth Strokewell is a dominatrix who specialises in dominating older gentleman. She has a story here on Literotica (https://www.literotica.com/s/dental-nurse). The personality that comes across in her story is vivid and amusing, and I started wondering how a chance encounter between her and a less experienced gentleman might turn out. The following story...
Our story so far: A hospitalized Tessa is unable to account for her whereabouts or happenings, while a dead neighbor lies decomposing in his home, where she was found partially nude, and trapped under his obese, lifeless body. With his seminal fluids in and on her, it adds to the confusion and the consternation. Surrounded by police, she is unable to answer...
*** Sarkopheros Says: The wait is finally over. After 315 days, ten long months, I have two new Brod stories for you, each almost 10,000 words in length. That's 315 days since the last story of any description, however, which was Hyper Jae: Stroke! Part 2. It's been 421 days since the last Brod, which was The Bachelorette, Part 1. Over a year ago. Howe...