(Author's note: The idea for this series grew out of a writing challenge I posted on the Author's Hangout, here on Lit. It began as a basic premise of being a government agent who travels back in time to fix changes made by an unknown group called the 'Rectifiers,' and blossomed from there. The TMA – Temporal Management Agency – is a multi-natio...
I've run a B&B for about 15 years now in the Montana mountain ranges. My house is an old ranch home built by my Great Grandpa and has too many rooms and I don't have enough hands to clean them all. I don't typically get many visitors and don't do it for the money but rather the realization that our town four miles down the road doesn't have any hotels or rea...
How many times had Sara heard it? 'Don't cry over spilt milk.' She had probably said it a hundred of times over the past fifteen years of motherhood. But it was the rapidly withdrawing backside of her cherubic little angel and youngest child that had the words springing to mind this time. She knew that run. It meant only one thing: her daughter had gotten in...
(This story is for the Earth Day Contest. It's not your standard stroke material, so if that's what you're looking for, perhaps moving on would be your best bet. But thanks for stopping by, ya'll.) * "Gettin' any dirt for your worm?" Beth couldn't help but overhear the two handsome cowboys directly in front of her in the checkout line. The one asking abou...
This is a work of fiction. While the town and businesses in the vicinity are factual, all names, characters and incidents are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. It was commonly understood by everybody that Aubrey Murphy was the cutest little th...
Menielle flittered along the edges of the great silver fence, singing to himself in that buzzing hum the fairies most enjoyed. His head was immersed in happy little sparkly fog right now, thanks to Mistress Tricin, and so most of his mental processes were dedicated to thinking about the rules of obedience: A good pet listens to Mistress Tricin. A good pet...
Synopsis: 'Publish and be damned!' Said the Duke of Wellington, though this was in respect to blackmail; publish the truth about how you feel and you may find yourself living out those feelings as well by those who would wish to control you! This is a tale of a man finding courage to admit his desires and being 'brought to book' by lusty females in a sunshin...
The rain fell violently. The powerful winds lifted and tossed around newspapers, plastic bags, and empty water bottles like a toddler mid-tantrum. They would blow one way then the wind would suddenly change and send all the debris back in the other direction. Every now and then something hard would smack against the glass. Thomas sat on the couch in basketb...
Hello, my name is Jim. I am approaching fifty, balding, and gaining weight. I am married with four kids and a standard sex life. Standard sex life meaning: missionary position once a week, unless there is something else to do on Saturday evening. Something else like going to a son's football game, band concert, a daughter's gymnastic meet, or ballet recital....
NOTE: This is part of a multi-chapter story of which there are forty chapters plus an epilogue. An uncompleted version of this story appeared here at Literotica a few years ago in case it looks familiar to you. The story has been revised and completed. Chapters 37 - 40 and the epilogue are all new material. With each passing day Jana had regained more and...