I'll Bet Ye Fer It! by Mountain Rider A "Heartlands" tale, with a nod to "Heartlands" creator and Literotica author Trisha Monks for her inspiration and indulgence. ***** Crizella shifted her weight from one foot to the other. She bounced her pitifully light pouch of coins dejectedly in her hand as she stared covetously at the cleverly cut gems in the g...
Elizabeth had been with us just over week. My brothers and I were a little surprised that nothing really changed after all. Ma still wanted us to do her a couple of times a day; she was just a bit more considerate about where we did it until Elizabeth got used to our routines, or decided to leave. The only exception was after dinner. During the day, Ma woul...
Sheriff Segan looked up from the report. “Looks good Lori. When you go home tonight, I want you to give Ol’ Juan a call and tell him you over heard I was going over to the All American in the morning. Tell him you didn’t get it all, but you listened after I got a call from a woman you never heard of before. You think there might be something going on.” Her...
(A standalone short.) * She put something in her drink. But not to take advantage... * Someone must have slipped something into her drink. Beyza was usually so careful. Never would she leave her drink unattended in a public space. That was just inviting disaster. And never would she accept a drink from a stranger; only from her closest friends, and even...
Darkness still clouded Callia's field of vision as she came to consciousness. She blinked in an attempt to reorient her elven eyes to the pitch black of the cavern. A whimpering groan slipped forth from her lips as she rolled to one side. Her head and body ached mercilessly from the multitude of wounds she had garnered during the arduous battle with the trol...
She laughed and batted his hand away. "Stop picking at it." "But it itches." "Ina said it would for a few days. They had to rebuild your face. Be glad it's healing, and that you can see out of that eye now." She smacked his hand again. "I may love you as you are, but I don't love a man with self inflicted wounds." She kissed his good cheek. He wrapped h...
All names belong to their registered companies. Any names that appear in these documents do not belong to me. * * * * * * Droplets of water dripped noiselessly back into the murky depths of the tub. The warrior waded a little closer to the knelt girl and stepped lightly out onto the worn wooden floor. A small puddle of water pooled around the warrior's f...
"god damn it it's not working." You say out loud. You are laying on your couch in your livingroom: The windows and doors to your porch open. Letting in the gentle breeze from from the ocean which caress your naked form as it fans you in the summer heat. You lift your hand which is slick with your pussyjuice and look at it disappointingly. You then...
Muriel had several red and swollen marks, and she was very sore, but otherwise she was physically fine. Mentally, she had wounded herself. The moment Doctor Bergson declared that she was fine, Muriel hopped up and said she was going to return to Vidar. "Well, you could do that," the doctor said with raised eyebrows, "but he's likely in his bedchamber n...
CAUTION: This is the third tale in this series, and is nothing like the usual stories I write about fun, consensual sex among men and woman. This is a tale of abuse and enslavement of a beautiful young woman and, if you are discomfited by such things, you should probably not read any further. Brenda, or Raven as she was known to those around her, woke up...