Having just retired from a career in teaching, and being a single guy in his sixties, the world was my oyster. I was assessing my options. Should I move house, should I travel, should I write? Maybe do all three, I could do anything pretty much. There was nothing further from my mind than teaching, until that phone call. Brenda was a recent colleague in the...
What a project. We'd worked together for about six weeks, mostly in a compact command post set up in a fish-bowl conference room at our main supplier's offices. Freelancers all, we each had our areas of expertise, with some overlap, and we all knew the complexities involved. We were a fairly diverse bunch: four men from their twenties to forties, and one th...
1. AT THE HUNT BALL Unremarked by the ladies in their crinolines or the gentlemen in their frock-coats, the two aristocrats slipped though the French windows onto the balcony. Behind them the music of a gavotte echoed from the ballroom. While the young, slim man gazed down into the dark evening, attempting to make out the shapes of the knot garden, the old...
Authors note. A warning to all readers, everything that follows is of course pure fantasy, it is not my, or my partner's life style; neither are we promoting it as normal practice. As a new contributor to Literotica I naively allowed public comment to be enabled, thinking that I would receive at least constructive criticism, sadly this was not the case. To t...
Copyright (c) 2003, by DiscipleN. All rights reserved. It came to pass that a mortal woman was possessed by a spirit in the night, and thereby it was trapped. I had planned it all so carefully. On the first night I did not know my dreams had beheld a reality beyond dreams. I awoke to find my pussy sore, and I feared I had contracted a disease. My most rece...
Episode Three: Being Prepared The next day all seemed to be quite normal. The birds were singing, people, laughing, jostling through their usual morning activities. After breakfast I prepared Sarah Janes horse for her early ride. Danny was a powerful stallion, black, shiny and beautiful. I polished his saddle, bridle and the rest of her gear in preparedne...
The door creaked as the tall dark man slipped into the dim room. It was just before dawn, and the dark curtains stopped the pre-dawn light from shinning through. The man walked up to the bed, his blue eyes glistening with desire as he gazed down at the woman peacefully sleeping. Megan was lying on her stomach, her arms stretched up towards the headboard of...
I ran a half the day before and planned to sleep in. I was somewhat conscious, but just barely, when I heard Megan get up and make coffee. She was in the doorway with a cup, checking on me and watching me sleep...I find myself watching her sleep, too (she's so fucking cute). Still drowsy, I tried to go back to sleep, but my imagination ran wild...or my dic...
Woman was torn of her immortality. Woman was torn of her fire. Woman was torn of her sword. And Woman was torn of her shield. Her radiance was faded. Her life was shorn. And when she lost too her fertility, from her self she too would be torn. Bereft of her Goddess to stoke her flame, Woman was reduced now to an animal, no different from the birds and the...
London, England 1275 "Who is that knight in red over yonder?" "Too small to be a seasoned knight, must be a man-child." "Whoever he is, has won most of the contests today. Remarkable chap I say." Everyone in the jousting fields and stands were debating who this newcomer was, that has put most of the competitors to shame. The King has sent his man-at-arms...