Special thanks to blackrandi for the invitation to participate in "Literotica Writers Go West." I'd never even considered writing a Western so this was something new. This is very much patterned after Western Dime novels and Western Spicy Pulps. I typically don't write graphic sex and that remains true here. I normally thank everyone up front, but those ackn...
Author's notes: Here I go again. This time I'm getting a bit mid-evil about things...LOL. Okay the legal stuff; this is a copyrighted story etc... and all that implies. No one can copy, reproduce, or otherwise utilize this story, without permission from myself, the author of this story. Although this story does not contain graphic sex scenes it is an adult s...
“This saga I had from Thorfinn Fairhair, who sailed with Leif the Lucky when he was but a boy of sixteen summers. Mighty were those men who followed the whale’s path to Vinland the Good. Thorfinn is old now and in his dotage but his eye still brightens and his sinews stiffen whenever this story is told. If it please you, Lords, I will recount the tale. Now...
The story about Dad's spanking as a boy came out when we were visiting Grandma's farm in the summer holidays. A sister asked about an old, flat sofa. It was long, like a bed, and stood in a closed-in porch that ran along the side of the farmhouse. "Who used to sleep here, Grandma, in the old days?" my youngest sister asked. She had developed an interest in...
Seth saw the crest of the hill, which gave him the strength to push on to the top. Sweat was pouring off of him on the hot, humid August day. When he finally reached the summit, he did a small solo victory dance and leaned against a tree while he guzzled water. This was his spot. He panned the vista and caught his breath. When he had recovered from his uphi...
When Dan Carney had first stepped out onto the hotel patio at 9 am the heat of the sun had hit him like a wall of fire. Scrambling his six foot frame into his van had been like squeezing into an oven. Now that he was on the road with the windows wide open allowing the rush of warm air give some measure of relief, he reckoned that it had to be the hottest day...
Balik has good timing today, he has finished sucking and I hear the train. They are early, Dan has only just headed for breakfast. Putting my son down I get a feeling and head for my belt. It is a good day to wear my belt, the first time since our last hunt. The guns in the holsters jostle as I pick it up and strap it to me. Grabbing Dan's hat I heard for th...
I submitted this same story last year under the title Astatin and was immediately overwhelmed by the ratings and comments. In an effort to constantly improve, I pulled the story to update based on reader feedback and procure professional editing. I hope you enjoy. ~Malcolm Moss ***** Concealed by amber canopy, the multi-bladed saw churned into the crisp ba...
Author's note: As the wedding approaches, many threads draw together. Pardon if I miss a couple. The next installment will conclude the story. Chapter 18—Releasing Steam Interlude: 25th Anniversary Cindy: Aunt Francine's famous party ended fairly early. I think it was because of the drive home. In any event, Mom went up to Dad, while Aunt Francine, Aunt...
Blame it on mom. She was a jazz freak and I grew up hearing Billy Holiday, Anita O'Day, June Christie, Ella and Louis, you name it. "The cats" she called them. She knew all the words and she'd sing to the records, snapping her fingers, looking at herself in the mirror, moving her hips. I remember sitting on the floor, holding the record jackets, looking at t...