They call me Horse and I'm the caretaker here at the Vicar's big house, since I left the army anyway. The Reverend Michael chose me himself, from quite a few lads. I'm good with tools and my hands but he didn't seem to care. He licked his lips and walked round me. Half expected him to pat my flank and feed me sugarlumps. "You are so disarmingly innocent. Lik...
Prince Mordecai: okay, so Chapter 3 needed a few more rewrites. I think you’re making too big a deal about it. I was under the influence of … at the time, which is probably the only reason i sent it in as-is. I wonder if Literotica would let me recall it. Ah well, too late anyway. Chapter 3 served to introduce who will eventually become the main character an...
Dan wasn't sure what to wear. He'd been very comfortable in how he dressed around Jo, until today. 'Why not just wear normal Dan stuff? She liked it yesterday. But, yesterday, we weren't going to have sex. I'd had some ideas about what we'd do, but this is so sudden.' He'd been waiting until the end of the semester to even think about approaching the situati...
If my husband had come shopping with me that Friday night as he usually does, none of this would have happened. As it was, I went on my own to my local supermarket and was doing the weekly shop as normal. I noticed this young guy coming towards me, pushing a shopping trolley with a young baby in it. He was about 20, about the same age as my elder son and he...
PART 4 "Blackmail" I was sitting on the couch, actually doing my homework for a change, since I fucked my way through the only class I was having trouble with. Or so I thought... I wasn't in English last semester, so I had assumed I'd be out of the woods as I passed history class. Ultimately, I did thanks to my affair with Mr. Hartford. But now I was back...
After the whistle blew, Nicole shot off on the track, running as fast as she could. This was just a practice, but it was the qualifier to go to the last track meet of the year. Normally she didn't give a shit about academic or athletic accomplishment, usually content to just skate by on the bare minimum to look good for her father. She glanced to her right,...
(I suggest that you read Files #11, 13, 20, 21 before you read this story if you want to understand the previous events that led up to this story.) * Michael is smart. Jen is very smart. I am, well compared to them, average. So playing this email selfpic game with the two of them meant that I was out of my league, no matter how much I thought I knew wha...
Author's Note: It has been far too long since I updated this story. I'm sorry. I have so much on my plate these days when it comes to writing. Special thanks to those people who called me out in the comments and asked for me to get back to writing this. It means a lot to me that you enjoy these stories enough to want to read more. I'm not perfect, but I shal...
Mike's father was going to be away for the weekend. He had a business trip interstate, or some such thing. Anyway, with the house to himself, Mike invited some of us over for a bit of a party. His actual invites went out to about a dozen of us, but twenty turned up. This was typical, and Mike had allowed for the increase in numbers. A couple of the meaner l...
If nothing else K. Linford Little is predictable. I've said it before, and will say it again, the man is set in his ways. He works 50 hours a week. He adores his daughters. Loves his wife too. Oh, I guess some might argue that, since he regularly asks for blow jobs from his girlfriend (that's me!) that he doesn't really love his wife. But I believe he real...