"Well, come, for pity's sake! Let me look at you." From the security of the shadowed doorway, Isabel bristled at her brother's arrogant command, but she came all the same. Once, she would have tossed a derisive comment his way, uncaring of the hateful things he'd say -- or do -- in response. But now that she was no longer in a position to gainsay him, it wa...
I was remiss in not mentioning at the beginning of Chapter 1 that I had a plethora of great help from readers who volunteered to edit my stories. This story was edited by six wonderful folks living in the USA, England and Australia. I only know their emails and not their Literotica member names; but they know who they are and I appreciate them. However, I wa...
I DO take requests. And a couple of weeks ago a reader sent me a complete plot. I worked on his story while I was finishing the much longer piece that I just posted (in Romance). And I am fully aware that this is a LW cliché so please don't waste your time pointing that out to me. It was actually an interesting writing challenge to make the story a little bi...
One Sunday afternoon Alec Sutherland entered an old office building in Swanston Street and went up in a slowly rising lift to the fifth floor. He walked quickly down the long corridor lined with heavy oak doors. At the far end, a sign outside a half open door announced Mrs Findlater's 'Temple of Light'. Mrs Findlater, a Psychic Medium, was at the moment pr...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions...
Author's Note: Although this story can be read on its own, it directly follows "An Unconventional Arrangement." Somerset, 1882 She should have known better than to expect a cottage. Sutcliffe Park, which Henry called his "little house in the country," was vast. Her steps echoed down the long hallways lined with portraits of aristocrats in elaborate wigs an...
...Turbulent seas and tempestuous relationships are both difficult journeys I've always savored the salt of the sea in my nostrils whether off the unbounded coast of Maine or the low country ebb and flow of Charleston, SC so when the Black Rand offered up the "Siren's Song Story" I had to at least try. I've admittedly written a much longer tale than I would...
Miles woke up at first light. He always did, no matter how late he stayed up. He looked over at Ana, still asleep. He decided that getting up might wake her - and she looked so relaxed. He leaned back and tried to map out this week's picking schedule. He kept looking back at Ana. Seeing her laying there, her wavy reddish hair glinting in the morning sun, he...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions...
CHAPTER 1 Eva was dropping out of college because she thought the systems sucked and because she'd stupidly chosen to study biology only to find her interest waning faster than her staccato sexual interest in any guy. Now her interest in drama was returning. What a fucking mess, she'd fumed, coming to the 'I'm quitting' decision. Her counselor had summed...