Part Five - The Screaming Blood I was there. When the witch Morgayne's belly was torn open and a child dragged screaming from her, I was there. That day was eight moons off when Artur and Morgayne, sister and brother born to the same mother, descended the plank from their boat. Returned from De Grance, fealty done and good trade besides. "A good mission,...
Authoress's notes: Please read and enjoy all of my stories, and please leave me feedback, public or via email. Brenda Becomes a Stripper Brenda Taylor nervously eyed the strip club from outside the gas station next door. She was a freshman in her second semester of college, and needed some extra money. She had heard persistent rumors about other coeds maki...
Priyanka was a straight ace student ever since high school. She had come first in her class since 8th standard. Since she didn't have many competition for securing the top spot in her class, she turned out to be an egoistic, haughty and self-centred person. If anyone approached to just talk with her, she'd just ignore them and walk with her nose held high, t...
Note: The following is an "edge play" fantasy, which means things like infection and accidentally severed veins and arteries do not happen, and the characters magically heal just like they do in action films. NOT SSC and NOT intended as a description of BDSM lifestyle. ***** The door opened and Hugo looked up from the screen of his notebook, which display...
There I was opening my email when I spotted one, Literotica: Feedback for.... Even though I didn't know what the feedback was for I opened the email. It was from a person named Anonymous, a name I'd seen around before, a name I had seen a lot. Yes, of course, Anonymous comments on stories, he or she comments on a lot of stories. While I am often confused at...
Scene opens on Carrie, languishing in a claw foot tub. Her legs are glistening as she raises each out of the water to run a soapy hand down their length. Sunlight streams through the window near her, surrounding he in a golden aura of soft light. Cut to shot from behind the tub, we see her long dark hair moist from the steam draped over the back of the tub....
spiritJWC: smiles sweetly as they returns, telling them to get working, emerald eyes watching intently as they each get on one side of the saw, the smell of cut tree filling the air as they fall with thuds, telling them to cut 10 trees then load then 10 tress then load them, giggling as she switches them playfully laylaFort: squeals with delight bouncing ar...
As necessary as it is, I always put off getting my hair cut. I don't know why, maybe it's some deep-rooted, subconscious fear of getting cut or something; a stranger working on my head with sharp instruments just isn't my idea of having a good time. Most of the time, however, a funny look from my boss or a humorous remark is enough to adjust my attitude. As...
Last Sunday afternoon, the weather was beautiful. At about 2 p.m., my wife, Becky, and I, decided to take a stroll through the patch of woods bordering the outskirts of town. It's a beautiful walk, and we take it often. We've never encountered anything out of the ordinary during our walks, save for the occasional deer or rare bird. Last week, however, all...
My wife is a schoolteacher in a small town on the west coast of Florida. For the past five years she has taught history to 12th graders. Val was in her early thirties when she started teaching 12th grade but she could pass for mid-twenties, the guys just loved her! Valerie has gotten into a habit of teasing and flirting with a couple of the guys in some of h...