Mam and I have lived alone ever since Da died. I remember that day almost twenty five years ago as it were yesterday; there was a terrible storm and Da was outside fixing the tarpaulins covering the hay bales when a freak gust of wind uprooted the ancient oak tree beside the barn. Da was crushed under timbers from the barn and died a few hours later in hospi...
It turned out to be the last business trip for either of us for quite a long time, the following day was the start of the so-called "Banking Crisis." Which hurt everyone but the banks. We both kept our jobs, in fact I got a promotion out of it, but no pay increase. My boss volunteered for early retirement, I replaced him, due partly to; "My performance in E...
The good Catholic girl turned MILF delicately pushed aside a shock of short coppery-brown hair that had fallen across her face. She was staring down at a densely packed page of legalese that was entitled, "Waiver of Liability." "If you want to go this way, you've got to sign it. Otherwise, me and my crew have some place else to be, lady." I said, not hiding...
I'm not sure how I get myself in these situations or attract these kinds of people, but it seems to be a regular thing. I met this woman a few months ago. Actually I used to see her jogging around the neighborhood and what got my attention was that she had a big, wide ass and luscious hips. So I'd see her chugging along with her little dog when I was out for...
Chapter 1 I met Erin under rather unusual circumstances. It was the first day of a physiology class eight -o -clock Monday morning. I had just transferred from a university up north where I was kind of forced to get out of town. I had fallen in with quite a party crowd and if I was going to keep up my grades as a pre med. student, a change in location and a...
Inspired by a news paper and TV item about two old ladies setting off on a repeat car rally, but only part of it and not in a rally event, just for fun. ***** "Look what I've got," giggled Bron, Always the quickest of the two in spotting, noticing, thinking, doing and acting on things. Triumphantly she held up a noisily sealed package and tossing them to T...
Hey there Literotica! This is my first ever attempt and submission of erotica. It's a plot that has been done a few times, but I plan to take it about 5 steps further. On that note, there is femdom and male sub in this one. Future stories will get progressively nasty, including but not limited to, futa on male/female, piss and scat, non-con, incest, femini...
Abigail Morgan wants to die. Quite literally: she wants to die. Abi is in pain: her legs and thighs hurt and her bottom hurts. She cannot so much as turn over in bed without pain searing though her. And she is frightened. The looks she has received from girls such as Donna May and Ruth Bowers have left her in no doubt: sooner or later another ordeal is comi...
Training Missy Chapter 4: New Lessons Enjoy xantu Missy woke to the familiar sensation of Mick touching her, a casual finger tracing the contours of her face. She opened her eyes and blinked as she focused on the sight of his black eyes looking over the edge of the bed at her as she slept on the floor beside him. Pushing her blankets aside, she pulled h...
(It was late autumn of 1960 and I, David Shaw, was 20 years old and was following my hobby of bird watching. I had unfortunately been detained by Amelia Wiff-Naseford, headmistress, for being an alleged 'Peeping Tom' in the grounds of 'Dentwood Finishing School for Tall Girls aged 18 to 20 years old'. There were 120 girls registered at the school. Clearly I...