13 May Flying rats. That is what the natives call them. True, they leave splatter upon the monuments and pander constantly. Still, rat brings an ugly image to mind. And this lovely one certainly doesn't deserve that stigma. They are an iconic part of cities, especially Italian cities. I have been watching this particular blue and white bird for a few minute...
Another Valentine's Day spent alone. Okay, not quite alone. My gardener and his dog still live here. But he's sitting at the desk, staring intently at a pad of paper. He has already eaten dinner. Lentils and carrots and I don't know what. The bowl of food doesn't look the least bit appealing to me. I sauntered into the kitchen, looking for something better....
Pt. 1 Life is so strange. Just when you think you'll be miserable forever, things happen that can put you on the top of the World. I'd been married for twenty-six years, and was suddenly single again. My husband had one too many affairs and while I will admit to sucking a few cocks here and there, Rick had been screwing other women for years. For a long t...
The automatic gate slammed shut behind our U-Haul trailer. We're were moving into our dream home in Tuscany Estates, a yuppie's fantasy Italian village recreated in American suburbia. It was a theme park, Olive Garden-vision of Italy. As a reminder of the glory of ancient Rome, broken columns were clumped together like pickup-sticks as the centerpiece for d...
Lady Tara Sinclair relaxed lazily on her soft, white leather sofa as she flicked through her occasional diary. Her husband, Sir James, looked up briefly from his crossword. He smiled as his eyes took in his younger wife's beauty. Lady Tara was dressed in her usual morning attire of light silk wrap-round dress that did little to conceal her near perfect figur...
"A man with vivid fantasies...a woman with blind devotion...consequences neither could envision." From behind the master bedroom's wall-to-wall front windows, Carin could make out segments of the cobblestone driveway winding into the property through the trees. When she lifted her gaze beyond the farthest visible crescent of cobblestones and last half acre...
I am a single, 48-year old, self-employed gardener. It is work which I have done for many years; I've always liked outside working in the fresh air and it keeps me trim. Although I live in a small town of 8,000 people, my job takes me all over the county. I have many regular customers and am always picking up new ones, many of whom I manage to snag as they s...
My Gardener: A narrative from Ms. Gimply's collection I didn't think about it at the time, but it turned out that he was old enough to make what we did legal. It was legal, that is, except for the adultery part, but no one seems to bother about that these days. He was the younger brother of a college friend of my daughter, Mary. He was doing odd jobs for t...
Saturday Daytime Chapter 1 "Mmmmm...I knew that when I first saw you that I was in for a good, hard fuck..." She breathed hotly into his ear, easing his pants from around his waist, yanking them urgently down his legs. He stepped forward, roughly pulling her dressing gown apart, letting it fall from her shoulders, exposing her pert, heaving breasts. His c...
Author's Notes: This story is erotic fantasy, set in a world of magic. I reserve the right to be listed as the author of this work, wherever it is posted. If found posted anywhere except Literotica.com with this note attached, this story is posted without my permission. © Darkniciad 2000-2007 The sexual situations in this story will be far ranging, an...