Another "Heartland Tale", with a nod to "Heartland" creator and Literotica author Trisha Monks for her inspiration and indulgence. Follow the link on my Favorites page to see her work. This is a standalone story though and may be read without the context of other "Heartland Tales" stories. ***** "Be careful going home," called Hannah out the door of her...
This is an official entry into the 2006 Literotica Winter Holiday contest. I hope you enjoy reading this story as much as I have had crafting it. *** I watched Jana as she bounced on her feet, trying to look past the other kids and adults in line to the 'jolly fat man' seated on his throne. Her childish excitement and frustration at having to wait her turn...
"I want a divorce." Those bitter words sizzled through Brian Robinson's mind over and over again as he drove through the dark, rainy countryside of central Michigan. It had been three weeks since she said those awful words to him, three long unforgettable weeks of living with someone who had fallen out of love with him, living with someone who no longer s...
Out in front of the Dov Y'Isroel farmhouse grew a big burning bush, and that's where Elly would go and have her cigarette after she'd helped prepare dinner and before she'd sit down with the rest of the women to eat. It was kind of a joke—a burning bush being what God of course had spoken to Moses from out in the wilderness, but this burning bush was so call...
In Chapter 1 Steve and Mitch exposed Jean to the office party and someone captured it digitally. Jean left the Holiday Party drunk but convinced she would be fired the next work day. This story contains anal sex and promiscuity. **************** When we got to my apartment both Steve and Mitch escorted me to my door while the taxi waited, and they both g...
This is the third installment in what has become a series. Hopefully, this story can be read enjoyably on its own. However, reading the first two installments will provide better context and show the development of the characters. ***** Even though Sara had agreed with the plan that Mike would fuck Cassie and I would fuck Sandy, I expected Sara to be, if n...
"Oh, fuck. That's it bitch. Take that you cum guzzling little cunt," I cried. "I'm gonna ride that ass like it's Prom Night!" "Who's my little girl?" I asked sweetly. "You are...I hope you prepacked that ass with Vaseline because you're getting fucked!" I yelled into my headset. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, I fucked your mom," I said, replying to some kid halfway ar...
This is an original work of fiction, written by The Wanderer. It is posted on this site with his permission. Once again I have to thank another author for solving a problem for me. I've had this scenario going around in my head for some months now and it was reading JPB's "Sally Goes To The Theatre" that switched the light on, so to speak. If you read that...
"Mom, where are my shoes?" "Mom, I can't find my coat." "Mooooom!!! Cwooee hit me!" "Chloe Diane! Be nice to your sister!" "But she took my dolly." "So you come tell me, you do not hit your sister." Her brown eyes narrowed as she looked from one girl to the other. "Tell her you're sorry." The girls turned to face each other, identical in almost every w...
In the gymnasium a practise was in progress. "One, and two, and three and four," Hardwick's voice brayed above the tinny jink, jink, jink of an elderly piano. Ten students arranged in a double row of five were dancing to the beat as he called it. It was part of Hardwick's routine. Groups of them came to him daily, either for dance, deportment or gymnastics...