I soared through the clouds over the ancient countryside, the breezes chilling me even as the evening sun's disappearing rays warmed me. It had been nearly a hundred years since I last visited this part of the Earth. I wondered what changes I would find. The fields glowed green and gold, the autumn air crisp in the growing gloom. The Carpathian mountains st...
This work is authorized by the author exclusively to Literotica.com for publication. Introduction: A tale told in short vignettes which chronicle one young man's journey into self discovery. Please Note: This story series contains elements of homosexuality, cross-dressing, light femdom/submission and male feminization. All characters are fictional and port...
The champions rode in on heavy horse, adorned with armor and brightly colored banners. From their saddles, they held aloft flowing standards of matching colour which snapped in the crisp air. Each man wore a different shade, and each bore a crest of their ancestors. Some displayed wild boar, others mighty castles, and others still wore they crest of the drag...
Beads of sweat dripped down my face, inches away from my dried and chapped lips. My heart beat increased as the seconds ticked by, the ticking being the only noise I could hear from the small analogue clock placed on my left. My wrists were encircled by the ominous cold metal of what I could only assume to be wrist cuffs. The chains clanked together as I att...
Author's note: This story is a little "spinoffy" from "My Best Friend Blaine," but I don't think you need to read that before this for it to make sense. Just know that our main character and her friend Blaine have both been sexually/romantically involved with Mark and each other. But on another note, this story is a deviation from the one's I've done alrea...
It had all began innocently enough. As Sue Lumbricus rounded a corner in the local Shop and Drop, she bumped into a tall display of tomato sauce cans. Hundreds of plump tomatoes on aluminum crashed to the floor, amidst the howl of a frightened child. Seconds later, people were running wildly and the girl's mother screamed in terror. In the confusion, Sue ha...
Jess-Belle opened the door, something she'd never dared do on a night like this. It was easier than she expected, but a knot of fear still drew tight in her stomach. The little clock on the mantle chimed midnight. Moonlight filtered through the stirring pines. It a nice night, but no one in their right mind would be out. No one but Jess-Belle, and even she...
This is dedicated to my childhood companion, Mr. Peabody * "So eight guys walk into a whorehouse..." "...on Halloween..." "...and the madam pours them a drink..." "...on the house..." "...and they all drink a toast to 'C. P. Swallows'..." "...and then leave..." "...without a blowjob, a handjob, or a quick fuck." I look up from my book at Brooke and...
The Duke of York and the Duchess of Manchester My dog, Duchess, a Manchester terrier died a week before Christmas. I'm sitting here crying, as I write this story. Confronting my grief, letting it all out, makes me feel better to write about her. Since her breed came from Manchester, England and her name was Duchess, I used to call her the Duchess of Manches...
A couple times a month a try to take my dogs, (a cattle dog and a pitt bull), on a long hike. This is not always possible, but I try nonetheless. I also recently purchase a book that highlighted hiking trails within a 60 miles radius of where I live. This was going to make the hiking goal a lot less cumbersome. One Friday night I flipped through the book,...