Chapter 1 "Noah come we will have to go now" Claude called to Noah who was busy sweeping leaves the grave of Ferdinand Barbedienne on Chemin Mont-Louis. Noah put his broom into the wheelbarrow and followed Claude leaving Rene to take the wheelbarrow and other items back to the yard. Noah was a 24 years old student, a smidge under 6 foot tall, with a lean...
This is the final chapter of this story. Hope you enjoy it. I'll be heading back to work on Monday and I do not know when I will get time to write more. Maybe I'll get another one done before the end of the year. In the meantime if you have questions or observations please go to the forum thread I created for this series. http://forum.literotica.com/showthr...
For 'David', with love from 'Cassie'. There's no-one I'd rather be in lockdown with. Thanks to BelleCanzuto for comments and confirming that the British English should be comprehensible to an average American. * "Hello, love? Wasn't expecting you to call until this evening. How're you doing?" "I got the internship! And, David, guess what -- they'll even...
Great Britain Ch. 3 - London Now, I know chapters one and two were both based in countries, and London is a city. I know this! But, while in England, my base of operation was a flat just north of Finchley Road, about three tube stops, or a short bus ride to the famous Abbey Road Studios. In all honesty though, in a city of eight million people; where the su...
Cara inhaled fresh, clean air and sighed. Ah, this is the life! Bird song filled the air, trees rustled overhead, and the rush of the river, always constant, always there, flowed in the background. "Hello little fella," she crooned to a tiny Splendid Wren prettily feathered in purple and blue. A plaintive whine pierced the idyllic surroundings. "Don't...
HUMANITY 2.0 YEAR 001, DAY 007 I remember, when I was young and in the old world, how we used to carefully isolate "pornography" from other literature. We could have a novel; it could be adventure, romance, sci-fi, whatever - or - it could be porno. Back then, anything with good sex in it was called porno. Now here, I'm selfishly writing my autobiography s...
"Davy," Amy called from the galley table where she was working the wi-fi connection, "I found us an RV campground in Malibu. It's on the beach and it's not too far from Santa Monica." "Malibu is cool, hon. It's east to get around from there. I think we should rent a car, too." "That's a good idea. I'll check it out. Listen, if you see a market before we ge...
Author's note: As absurd as the concepts of hucows and ponygirls are, I tried to take them quite seriously, to delve in the psychology of a hucow or a ponygirl and her owner, in search of what these admittedly strange fetishes mean, at least to me. Therefore, beside the tropes of the genre (kinky sex, humiliation and de-humanization), you will find the musi...
__________ 20 __________ A cawing rooster awakened us the next morning, something which I hadn't experienced since childhood at my Grandfather's orange farm in Phoenix. Lifting my head, I peered at my phone which read five thirty AM on the dot, sheesh, it's already Saturday... I set my head back onto the pillow and pulled Andrea closer to me, the rooster co...
A jay flew squawking overhead, fluttering blue and grey. I like jays. They're attractive birds but, like most of the corvids, don't have the voice to go with the looks. It wasn't the first I'd seen of these today but, in this pinewood habitat, I expected to see more. I watched through binoculars as it flew off over the canopy. I was becoming aware of a need...