Tanglefoot, Texas, 1876 "Storm's a comin,' U, better fetch dem damn chairs off the porch,'" Skallywag Crothers said from behind the bar, as he poured the last rounds for the evening. "U?!'" Skallywag repeated, noticing his call went unanswered, and he could see the saloon's proprietor was sound asleep in one of the booths. U had gotten into a fight with...
************************************************* Copyright jeanne_d_artois (aka oggbashan) November 2017 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or livi...
The offerings are entirely fictional. The action takes place in a provincial town in Northern England some years ago. This wine bar is located on the first floor (second floor in countries other than the UK) over a shop. The man who runs the wine bar has a small apartment on the top floor. This establishment is quieter during the week but get's crowded on...
This is a mystery story of Annabelle's life and the changes she encounters. The characters are all fictional. Please read the earlier parts. Please leave your comments. ***** When I was awaken by Suzanne, I was on my tummy and her first action was to grasp the plug and twist it within me. I was still captured by it. I had a feeling she knew of my night and...
Note from the author: Literotica has proven to be a wonderful tool for me to open up about my fetish of flying and reliving some of my past of getting to the Mile High Club. To ensure not to incriminate any one I have left the names out of individuals as much as possible or have used a different alias. But the details of events are as much true as I've exper...
Highland Games (Part 4) ----------- Friday, 25 September ----------- "So is anyone else coming this evening?" Florence asked. "I don't think Wicklow is. David says he's become a bit obsessed with chat rooms on the internet," Jo replied, draining her glass of white wine. "Wicklow's obsessed with internet chat rooms?" Florence said, a little surprised. A...
Early the next morning Sorrel awakened before Fletcher; a first she thought. She quietly lifted the covers and peered down at his man thing. Penises were strange things she thought; sort of fascinating, but really ugly to look at. His looked a little tumescent; not what she would call hard. It was semi-erect. She half giggled to herself; he had a semi. She...
Florence Young died at the age of 97 a very wealthy woman. Since she was born into a rich family, she was forced to marry into another family of similar wealth. Her father used her as a pawn in one of his business deals and she ended up the wife to an indifferent, often harsh husband. Florence gave him eight sons, all ending up sharing many of his beliefs an...
This story is the property of the author. It is not to be changed in any way, nor published or shown at other web sites without the permission of the author. * * * * * A Slave gently shook Jon's shoulder to awaken him. He felt his wrists and ankles being released from their constraints. Jon rose to a sitting position on the edge of the bed and rubbed his...
Maddy, whose name was abbreviated from Madhav worked as an investment banker. It was a swish job for his times. Lavish office, fancy car, massive apartment, rich tastes, the works. He made good money. He had never made good use of the money though. He had neither the time nor the inclination to break momentum and take a vacation. His trusted secretary Vicky...