Great Great Granddad had settled in this forsaken spot in 1849. The saucer shaped valley with its poisonous springs had not attracted any other settlers, but the grand old man; a salt miner from Russia, had recognised the signs. He had begun a small salt mine and had exported salt lick block down to Texas before it was Texas. The family had prospered and un...
Author's Note: The character Rocky is from a previous story I wrote called "Eileen", posted here in 2010. He stayed with me, demanding I tell his story. I hope you enjoy it. * * * * The faded blue uniform shirt hung over his thin frame. A belt kept the pants from sliding down. Rocky ignored his reflection the same as he did every morning, knowing he woul...
Michael Thompson looked yet again at the clock on the dashboard, certain that at least ten minutes had passed since the last time he looked (though the clock said it was only two minutes later). Every minute behind the wheel let him feeling confined; he wanted to get home as quickly as possible, where he could share his good news with his wife, Veronica! H...
The beautiful Leasa Edwards lay naked on her marital bed, thighs spread, waiting for her ex-slave Sambo to take her again. From the young, white wife’s swollen vaginal lips seeped the thick, viscous semen of her black love. As she lay, staring up at the ceiling, she realized the dreams she’d once had of a beautiful family of blonde, white children were now...
Well hi people! I am Tuz' (LovelyTuz) and this is my first time writting for Literotica. I have never really done a non-human story before and this shall be my first. I want to give an amazing shout out to my editor Zoyiab , who not only single handed went through the whole thing but also help me find a title for the story. She is amazing. I appreciate her t...
This story is very heartfelt to me and it goes out to anyone who has ever had to fight for the will to live. For my very own Angel. PB for the friendship and making my life seem a little less extreme. ***** Loretta "Who are you? What the fuck are you doing in my club?" The dark harsh voice growls in my ear. I'm fucked this time. I've spent countles...
* * * * * Clair de Lune Claude Debussy Performed and recorded by PostScript (c) 2019 Yamaha Keyboard, Yamaha Synthesizer (orchestra) Best if you have good speakers or a headset on your computer. Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (5.5 min/mp3) * * * * * ~~ XVII. Perdue en Purgatoire ~~ I looked for her. I started in all of the places I t...
Please ask me before you post this on another web site! My life is not for anyone under 18. Don't be shy send me an email (good or bad) and I promise to replay. Life is a journey and I'm starting to live mine now. * Chapter 1 I know that by telling my story, well a lot of people will hate me. I'm okay with that. What you are about to read is my life (well...
Author's Note: As is true with all of my stories, this is a fantasy. In this case inspired by one photo I saw on Instagram of a perfect young woman. I combined my immediate and obsessive lust for her with my submissive nature and created this story. I hope to continue the story and explore additional themes and ideas. The themes and ideas I find erotic might...
This weekend you have organised is perfect. The setting is idyllic - a beautifully luxurious seaside cottage, sat alone on the cliffs with a private path leading down to a secluded beach where I now sit trying to get my head around what this weekend represents. This is our one shot, our only time together. Desperate to make the most of it rather than worry a...