Adam Stephens was President of Stephens Christian Normal School. He had been a professor for five years, but became President only six months ago, following the death of his father. There were a total of 30 students enrolled to become teachers. More than two-thirds of the students were single women, and the balance were young unmarried men. The ages of the s...
Victor:- It was just pure chance, or fate -- if you believe in that sort of thing. I was in the newsagents buying a paper, and just caught a glimpse of the magazine on the top shelf. The cover, a young woman in a black rubber cat suit, whip in hand. The magazine was called "Dominant Contacts", and promised hundreds of actual contacts, stories, features. Wr...
Upon entering the temple, I walked up to the high altar and bowed in the direction of Bishop Maureen. She was dressed in her traditional white robe, with a pink stole and thin white gloves. Standing beside her was Deacon Courtney, who was robed in a white alb. They stood in front of the baptismal pool and two doors marked "Males" and "Females". Noticing my...
He was a ranch hand. She was the boss's daughter. She had watched him from the day her father had hired him. His physique was lean, but very muscular--just the way she liked her men. And there had been men...too many perhaps for a woman so young, but being the only daughter of a rancher, and a beautiful woman besides, she had learned early on that she could...
This story is a sequel to "Peeping by the Pool" and describes what happened that night. Ryan went to bed but he had no thought of sleeping, at least not for a while. His mind was too occupied with thoughts of Marian, the voluptuous woman who lived next door. That afternoon, peeping through the hole he had cut in the storage shed in the back yard, he had see...
Her initial thought, after seeing the inn along the horizon for the first time, was that it was on fire. The setting sun, with its orange haze, was shimmering through the distant tree line. The trees, their tall shapes standing like toy soldiers, were all dressed up with their red and orange and yellow leaves. The light warm wind rustled the branches, causin...
F5: The Games She Plays (Author's note: This story is an entry into FAWC (Friendly Anonymous Writing Challenge), a collaborative competition among Lit authors. FAWC is not an official contest sponsored by Literotica, and there are no prizes given to the winner. Every story for this FAWC begins with the exact same line. Where it goes from there is up to the...
(Author's note - The original story, Wagons Ho, was not written with the intent of a follow up but reader response has prompted me to add a second chapter. Those who have not read Chapter One may wish to do so before reading this installment.) All too soon our idyllic stay at Ash Hollow came to an end and the wagon train resumed it's trek to the west. Octob...
Charles stared off into the dark of the pool house. The water reflected the dim lights from the outside, as well as the moon, casting eerie shadows along the walls. Mist rose off the water and cascaded over the sides of the pool. Softly, the fogged, glass door to the pool house opened and a shadow crept in. Under shadow, Charles watched the shadow, unseen. C...
F5: 50% Inspiration plus 50% Desperation (Author's note: This story is an entry into FAWC (Friendly Anonymous Writing Challenge), a collaborative competition among Lit authors. FAWC is not an official contest sponsored by Literotica, and there are no prizes given to the winner. Every story for this FAWC begins with the exact same line. Where it goes from th...