Once there was a traveling sales man named John, selling his wares on the back roads of Iowa. One evening, he was lost, driving down a deserted country road. When he hit a pothole in the night, it threw him across the ditch and into a tree. John got out of the car, he wasn't hurt but the car wasn't going anywhere. He looked up and down the road. No one would...
This story is a bit wordy and fairly long, so if you are looking for immediate gratification, you might want to look elsewhere. The following story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between these character and events and any real person or events is strictly coincidental . . . and pretty darn impressive seeing as it is a science fiction story. Do not re...
She knew she should have stuck to the main highway, but she was late. Alexa was hoping the country road would be a short-cut. The dust from the road boiled out behind her car as she sped along over the washboard surface, the rows of corn a blur as she tried to make up time. It was shortly before noon...Alexa had the top of her Sebring convertible rolled bac...
Few words. He loved being called the Farmer. Today, no one remembers why this nickname became his second name. And only Ail knew why and how it is connected with his inner world, which was hidden from prying eyes and beyond whose borders he did not let anyone in. Ayl slowly released from the clothes, shirt and shorts fell to the floor and a completely nak...
Once upon a time there was a farmer. He didn't have a big farm -- but what he owned he tended with care. He believed the soil was a gift, not something to be taken for granted. It was important to him that he tend to each and every need of the soil -- nurturing, fertilizing, sculpting and landscaping. As a reward for pampering the soil, the farmer was in t...
Part 06. The Union of Motherhood and Sexual Lust Special thanks to the Literotica member for editing assistance and excellent creative input. Thanks to the efforts of merrySM, new colors have appeared in this story. ***** While other people were doing shopping, having fun at the water park, or dropping out to the ocean to sunbathe on the beach, Farmer was...
I sat in my stalled car, engrossed by the rain and pissed that my cell phone couldn't pick up a signal so I could call for help. I had no idea where I was, where to go, or even how long my car had sat on the shoulder of what appeared to be a deserted road. I locked my doors and vowed that would be the last time I met anyone for a last-minute appointment. I...
Special thanks to the Literotica member for editing assistance and excellent creative input. Thanks to the efforts of Richar, new colors have appeared in this story. Without this disinterested aid, Farmer's story would not have appeared here today. ***** Part 02. Trip to the ocean. In the evening, Farmer looked at his shabby notebook for a long time. He r...
The village I was brought up in was at the top of a hill, at the foot of which flowed the local salmon river and this was to present me with my next opportunities in my quest for naked freedom and fun. The river valley had high rising woodland sides near the village and on the opposite bank open flat agricultural land and managed forest estates. I would ofte...
In the days of their peace and prosperity, they were a merry folk. They dressed in bright colours, but they seldom wore shoes, since their feet had tough and leathery soles and were clad in a thick curling hair, much like the hair of their heads, which was commonly brown. Their faces were as a rule good-natured rather than beautiful, broad, bright-eyed, red-...