BOOK 2 A DRINK WITH THE DEACON. 1921 We left the church cemetery in the old T model truck. The top had long since turned from simply leaky to almost non existent, the ride was cold and miserable because of it. That ride and my mood were a perfect match for one another. Bobby pulled the T model into the dirt yard of the home place. The family home was no...
This story is a sequel to my previous story "The Irishman at the End of the Bar". I'd recommend reading that for the continuity. I would further like to the give a special shout to everyone who helped make the last story more successful than I ever imagined it could be. I never dreamed it would rank as all time number one for the genre on Literotica. I don't...
They call them Istanza. The word is derived from a long-forgotten language, a language whose origins are lost in the depths of time. None are left who speak the language in its entirety, but there are a select few who understand the handful of words that are still used. * * * 1: Finding Silra Leeann watched the ceremony with a keen awareness of her own gr...
Author's Note: All aspects of the story are fictional. All characters that participate in sexual activity are over the age of 18. Edited by Expoh and AnnabelleFalls13. **** Strength - 100 +10 (+10%) Vitality - 185 +19 (+10%) Agility - 43 +2 (+5%) Compulsion - 0 Persuasion - 0 Spirit - 40 +10 (+25%) Health -- 248.00/248.00 Essence -- 123 Carry Wei...
Authors Note This story was written for the National Novel Writing Month 2011 in November of that year and was completed on November 29th 2011, although the editing took a little longer, hence the slight delay from finishing to publishing the book. The setting for this story is a small town in the Midlands and is expressly designed to be around seventy sho...
Melancholy Jeannie was a fine, young thing strutting her long smooth legs in a tiny, tight jeans cutoff. That bright red painted mouth of hers pouted upset. Behind the deeply black makeup of her eyes was deep despair. Her black high heels tick-tocked on the wooden porch. Caged like a pretty bird, the expanse of muddy fields and partially plowed over wheat st...
Chapter 1 I was 22 years old when I got married. My husband was 27 and just out of the military about two months, but he was still in the reserves since he had been a captain, he felt he should stay in the reserves in case his country needed him. I didn't think too much about it at the time. Two weeks after we returned from our honeymoon, two men showed up...
The story is the continuation from my previous story, The Sorority. If you have not read that, I recommend you do for continuity. --- Friday - December 12, 2025 -Chase Kramner- A body was found on the roof of an eight-story condominium complex by the cleaning crew about to work on the windows in the early morning hours. The body is positioned face down,...
Categories: Consensual, Group, Anal, Toys, Love, Violence, Hospital scenes. ***** 50a. It is mid-August, the big gates open and a young man walks through them and the gates close behind him, he didn't look back. He's wearing a loose black hoody, baggy jogging pants, trainers and carries a sports type bag. He takes a deep breath and slowly exhales, then he...
Author's Note: This is for all those who have told me my stories need a noir bent. Here is proof that I write modern fairy tales. I love my characters too much to do noir. To make it scarier, I edited it myself. The Cotillion The elevator wasn't moving fast enough. I watched the dull red numbers change from floor to floor, seven, eight... They seemed to be...