It was five o'clock in the morning when Jim's alarm roused him out of a deep sleep and forty five minutes later he was heading through the lanes to New Farm. He hadn't got quite the same spring in his step this morning; there was a strong sense of apprehension, a feeling that he'd got into something that he wasn't going to be able to control. He just knew th...
In the twilight of an autumn Irish day, the gold of the sun bounced off Sean Kells' head as he whistled over the hill. "Get ready Becky me darlin'! He's coming" Kelley smiled wickedly as she clutched the dirt clod in her hand gently behind her back, looking stealthy and eagle eyed like a pitcher winding up at the mound. "Are you so sure this is dirt Kelley?...
Dedication This story might never have happened if it weren't for the help and encouragement of Miss Worthing's biggest fan. At each stage of the process I was never let off the hook, I was cajoled, encouraged, bullied, pushed and pulled until this story became the best it could be. Many of the plot twists were suggestions and, in a very real sense, this st...
Hello to all. This is a two-part story and no real relationship to the other items I have written. It's a commentary and idea formed around a common argument between a friend and I. While he is a Tech Guy, he has an absolute abhorrence to the idea of an AI companion. While I, being more in the Luddite and troglodyte realm, think that it may end up being a fa...
A Learning Time In The BDSM Lifestyle: A Master's love & a sub's trust A Master's love for his sub runs deep, and is earned and gives with A/all his heart. He earns the trust of the person becoming his sub. T/they grow T/together in a relationship that will take T/them into a lifestyle where T/they work to please the other. This process starts with a courti...
The worm that turned....... Chapter 1. Dermott McHugh. How on earth did he get such a name? The McHugh was obvious - it was from his father's surname. But Dermott? It was probably his family's dreams of Scotland, where his family had come from 3 generations before. Actually it wasn't the origins of his name he was angry about - it was having the name in t...
I read a great post today on the following 360 page the title of which was "So you want to be a slave: The realities" by miria hunter. It is a great article and I enjoyed reading it very much. It reference one of My favorite topics, Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs which was a very nice debate a long time ago for a few of us on Literotica one night. I did a few...
Dizzy swarms of sleet sliced his face in a thousand, icy stars, obscuring Davin's sight. Had he passed the cabin? Pulling his jacket tighter, he heard it -- a discordant clatter of glae-whipped patio chimes. Boots crushed a path toward chaotic tinkling. Droplets of ice clung to his hair and eye-brows. Under the thick layers, the toe of his Danner boots trip...
And then, on Monday, it rained. It would seem that the weather was trying to make up for the previous spell of sunshine and, with the wind blowing briskly from the South-west, great banks of black clouds scudded overhead, each one bringing with it it's own downpour. Jim threw on a coat before setting off but, even so, he was drenched by the time he got to Ne...
Author/s note A quick reminder. Amanda and her friends, having just finished school, are, of course, eighteen years old. * Jim had plenty to do before the afternoon rush, he had, after all, been way from the stables all day and this meant that he was still dashing around trying to get things ready when the first girls arrived. After that it was the usual...