Decisively, or rather, hoping for the appearance of decisiveness, Ann spurred her horse in the direction of a small hamlet to the west of her castle. As her heels encouraged the horse into a gallop the rhythm of his hooves, the heaviness of his breath, the focus required to control and guide his strength consumed Ann entirely. This horse had been at her side...
Kneeling on the hard, unforgiving floor, my skin flushes with arousal and frustration, and humiliation. I can feel every small abrasion, every welt, every slight abraded patch of skin throbbing and heated from your flogger. I have to struggle to keep my chin from dropping, to keep my breathing as even as possible, to keep my eyes from meeting yours. I am awa...
Chapter 1: Stranger The stranger had tried to steel himself to the size of Riviera, or at least what its size had been a century. The first time he looked at the maps in Harmony's library he assumed the scale must be wrong. The elders assured him there was no error. Harmony, with all its outlying farms and valleys, would fit into Riviera's walled land a doz...
A BIG Thank You! to my editor for everything you've done with this story. ---------------------------------------------- Chapter: 04 How Monique made a change to her plans Agnan awoke early next morning, to the sound of the birds singing their morning songs. As he arose from bed and walked to his wardrobe, he noticed the letter on a nearby table. Agnan ha...
Chapter 4: Intrigue And so the first week passed. When the sun set at last the following day, the girls gathered in the dining hall, and as Danae hung back, a smile playing at her lips, the drawing was held again. The remaining 27 girls crowded forward eagerly to draw their straws, and 11 of them them retreated dissapointed. Then blonde buxom Asta pulled f...
I had heard of the Marquis Rockwell from the other girls, but only in passing. None of them had been with him except in conversation at one of Alex's parties. He was proper and old fashioned, he used french pomade to slick back his hair and he looked like a european cowboy. He never spoke to me and I figure he didn't care for my somewhat non-prim ways. I lau...
"Well, I was jest mindin' me own business, walkin along ole Stotter Road and where the gate was there, and almost got run over by horses, a score or more!" We all looked at Evan, expectant as he doffed his coat and shook the cold from his arms. He was a keen story-teller and a tale from him was always a treat. "Do tell," I answered him, and the crowd around...
Hiya readers. This is the 2010 Nude Day contest story that I submitted here on Literotica. It's been down for some time but I thought it would be fun to return it. I hope you enjoy this very different story from me. Please feel free to leave comments or emails and I'll get back to you! ***** Once upon a time in a land that no one really knew where the Hell...
No characters depicted in the story below are under the age of 18. ***** Leanne found herself biting her lip as she rode through the heavy wooden gates to the Ulani town of Roshunda, her long dark hair shimmering in the cool breeze of the plains as she drew her horse to a trot. The Ulani, a predominantly peaceful race, thank the gods, dominated the town an...
Chapter 6: A new mission, myths and mounts. )===(>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Her night was filled with dreams, dreams of flying across the land, the roar of hooves pounding. She galloped across the grass once more in the form of the white mare, but now she flew over the grass alone, her head high, alert. There was something she was looking for, something beyond the ho...