Just a heads up, this story got rather long because it transpires during most of a summer. There was no natural place to break it up, so I just made it one long story. I introduce some new characters that will be a part of stories to come. I hope you will enjoy this segment and will continue reading as I add to the ongoing saga of Jane and Tony. ***** Than...
I would like to thank my wife for all her support and help, and Lady Ver for her thorough editing and insightful comments. Any remaining grammatical and spelling errors are solely my responsibility. This story borrows from history, but takes place in a time and place that never existed. ***** Prologue She woke with the realization that a change was comin...
This story is a sequel to my previous story "The Irishman at the End of the Bar". I'd recommend reading that for the continuity. I would further like to the give a special shout to everyone who helped make the last story more successful than I ever imagined it could be. I never dreamed it would rank as all time number one for the genre on Literotica. I don't...
|1.0 "Scout Ship Atalanta for Pathfinder actual," a young woman's voice said. "Pathfinder here," a deeper, avuncular voice replied. "Good morning, kiddo. Bright eyed and bushy tailed already?" "Good morning yourself, Pathfinder. My pilot is certifying me as active and operational. We're good for an on-time launch separation. I didn't wake you up or anyth...
Chapter Eight Ginger Olsen was a mixture of the cute girl next door and a very high-end escort all rolled up in one beautiful and enticing package, Carson thought, as he stood across the hotel lobby waiting for her to finish checking in. She was five-eleven, muscular, graceful, had naturally radiant copper-colored hair, sparkling blue eyes, and was full of...
Was it just a high sex drive or was the attractive, mature wife a nymphomaniac, as some of her friends had suggested? Be the judge as you follow her erotic adventures in Jamaica. ***** CHAPTER ONE - ARRIVAL The jet engines roared as the aircraft hurtled down the runway. Carol Elland closed her eyes and grasped the armrests tightly. Take-off always made he...
Robert Jabez put his computer on the empty seat next to him and stepped into the aisle of the tour bus carrying him and his fellow musicians north toward Buffalo and the Canadian border. He glanced at the bus they were trailing and started back for the rest room, ignoring the whist game going on across the way between the director of music, Dr. Paul Sella, a...
This is the follow-up of my previous story "Dancing in Ethiopia". Like the first story, this is submitted to the section 'Interracial Love' and that's exactly what it is about: love, crossing boundaries. There are some descriptions of "intimate bodily contact" but that's not the main focus of this story – it's only part of the experience. Even though I th...
An introductory note to readers, especially my Literotican followers. I am flattered and pleased by the reception of my stories, and thank one and all for their comments and suggestions - all such are very welcome. To all suggestions for sequels or follow-ups, those are under serious consideration. ABOUT THIS STORY - This is a longish story, but I think...
I. Sometimes during the course of history, unforseen events help shape the future of a country that otherwise might have taken longer to happen or never would have occurred at all. Such was the case of a little country called Ruudania, which was nestled in the vast Krumea valley and bordered by the Zaxon and the Mandes Rivers during the 17th century. It was...