Mrs Reilly's Victorian-era house was considered one of the finest in Brewer: made of Kasota, the premier building stone of Minnesota, it featured colonial revival lines with an off-centre tower and Tudor arches. The attendance at the widow's afternoon tea was big, fully 30 or so ladies, all divorced or widowed Moms. And all so very well-dressed, in their w...
Hi there! All of my stories are written to provide a slow but satisfying build. If you are looking for hot sex, straight out of the traps, this is probably not for you :-) --------- Trudy was awoken by a loud dawn chorus the following morning and realised that any further sleep was highly unlikely. She hadn't been sleeping well since her break-up with Simo...
As usual, I must thank my team. Harddaysknight is my mentor and gives me critical review. SBrooks103x also gives me a prepost read. My editors are Norafares, Girlinthemoon, Hal and Pixel the Cat. Thanks to the gang over at Sports Illustrated. This is a story in the Burning Down the House mini-series. Several of us who often read LW stories and enjoy a well-...
I've lived on a lake almost my entire life. My earliest memories were when my family lived on Lake Texoma, in Texas of course, and I would swim almost every day of the year. To broaden my horizons for non-warm weather venues I got my first wet suit when I was eight and my first dry suit when I was twelve, so I swam almost all year round wherever my family wa...
Douglas was drunk. He was trying for oblivion but unconsciousness continued to elude him. After Sabrina had left, he'd ordered Martin and Jared from the room and locked himself in his library. That first night they'd come to check on him, periodically trying the door and encouraging him to eat. The second night they took to banging on the door, refusing to...
Monday 12 February "Ohh! Pretty pink envelope," Teri, leaned over Vernon, with her hands squeezing both his shoulders, "that's got to be a Valentine, right? Gotta secret admirer, then, have we, Vern?" "I guess it could be, er, Teri, isn't it?" Vernon stuttered as he turned the unopened object over in his hands as if it was a parcel bomb. "I had thought it...
Koenat studied the soul before him, and knew something was wrong. She gazed about in stunned awe, as if every sight was new and amazing. While that was common enough for newly arrived souls, this one had been in his realm for years, as the mortals reckoned them. As the god of balance, who stood at the fulcrum point in the pantheon, his realm within the high...
Author's Notes: This story is erotic fantasy, set in a world of magic. I reserve the right to be listed as the author of this work wherever it is posted. If found anywhere except Literotica.com with this note attached, this story is posted without my permission. © Darkniciad 2011 The villains in this story are truly evil, and their actions prove it. S...
Morgan always dreamed of a big, strong, magnificently muscled stallion being her lover. Hard to the touch all over, brawny, able to protect her so she'd feel safe in his powerful arms. She longed to strum his cut abs like a banjo, abs that were armor-hard plates that could shrug off a sledgehammer to the gut without a wince. Her boyfriend, Roger, was nothi...
This is a story about a woman who enjoy letting go - in multiple ways. Constructive comments are appreciated, as are any positive feedback! :-) If you are offended by fantasies of sex in a bit rough, dirty and consensual way, don't bother to read or complain. Although this is not a story from true life, I do hope to keep a tiny line to reality, however exagg...