The blind shall lead the halt. No, wait... I GREW UP IN half a dozen rundown trailer parks around Shiner and Sweet Home, Texas. My folks were killed by a drunk driver when I was nine; unfortunately, the drunk driver was my father. Their estate consisted of a maxed-out MasterCard and a drawerful of unpaid bills, later joined by vaguely threatening letters fr...
NOTE: Everyone depicted having sexual relations in this story is 18 or over, whether explicitly stated or not. Also, this part of the story contains non-sensual sex. If that offends you, please don't read it. In addition, this section became VERY long at 56 word pages. It has some redundancy with part 1, particularly when the same scene is being shown from s...
Present Time "I said not tonight." "You've said 'not tonight' every night since you...." "Don't say it," his wife told him coldly. "Just...don't." "I'm not Superman, honey. I can't live like this." "I don't know what to tell you, Scott," she said, her back turned to him the way it was every night these days. "Sutton. This wasn't your fault. It wasn't a...
Chapter 1: Seen at the Play. It was at the school Christmas play I first saw her. Quite what it was that drew my attention to her wasn’t clear. She was attractive but no more attractive than a lot of other young mothers present that evening. She was on the other side of the school drama room from where I was sitting, and I tried to define what it was that...
Chapter 8 Trial Day 6 These people honour me with their lips, but their hearts are far from me. They worship me in vain; their teachings are but rules taught by men.' Isaiah 29:13, Mark 7:6-7 Cynthia Mayotte's death dominated the news media. Speculation was rife that there was a connection between her death and the case in progress. Much was made of the f...
My Uncle, J.D. Spencer, passed away last month and left me his Antebellum Estate outside of Aiken, South Carolina. Julius Daniel Spencer, M.D. was a psychologist and the great, great, great, great grandson of George Washington Spencer. Each successive heir in the Spencer family took over the Marital Institute that G.G.G.Great Uncle George founded before the...
The wind roars through the barren trees, the cold as sharp as an executioner's ax. Though she cannot feel her fingers, Mother clutches her threadbare cloak tighter to her boney body. Sinking lower to the horse below her, she tries to leech warmth from the poor beast as his ice matted legs break through the thick fallen snow. Neither of them has much strength...
Story written by Marcus and Justin. For all you critics, this is the filtered version, made to meet Literotica guidelines. ****** This is was sent in by Madeleine, who, is a genuine swinger and gorgeous MILF from East Texas. Keep the ideas coming. Executively produced and written by Justin and Mackenzie. Story contributions by Enola and Madeleine. ****...
Randi wants adventure and a few of you have been bugging me for a western. So, here's two figurative birds with one metaphorical stone. Thanks, as usual, for including me old friend, and I hope all of you enjoy. DT PROLOGUE We were making love in our first-class cabin when we felt the faintest "bump." She whispered, "Nearly there!!" I immediately returned...
All of my writing is fiction and the stories and characters are all products of my imagination. They were created for my fun and, hopefully, your enjoyment. Some of the events in the stories are not particularly condoned nor encouraged by the author but are there to create and enhance the story of the imaginary characters and their lives. Comments are always...