The princess! A day could pass when he was occupied, harried to and forth, but then a dream, a smell, a voice through the thronging village streets, would send him back to her. It would send him back to his shivering hell and then he would grasp at the walls, a mockery to all who passed him by, for there is the knight that was once called Wilstender the Brav...
So late! Elise prides herself on being on time. But when the Uber driver refuses to take her up the long, gravel drive to the tall woman's cottage, she has to walk the last half-mile. Twenty-six years old, athletic, brown hair tied in a bun, in her best blue business dress, stockings and black pumps, she pulls her roller bag behind her and feels out of pl...
"Remarkable," Dr. Kaspar said, lifting his pale, greenish-gray eye from the microscope. He rubbed the back of his neck with slender fingers, and at a loss for words, he repeated, "Remarkable." Behind him, Dr. Gamache nodded. A set of thick glasses bobbed on the bridge of his hawkish nose. Gamache couldn't remember the last time that Kaspar had difficulty fi...
She stands looking out over the emptiness that surrounds the cabin. Mile upon mile of it, stretching off into the distance in all directions. But this is her home, the one she had made with her husband Isaac and which they share with her sons, the much-loved product of her twelve year union with the farmer from Minnesota who uprooted her for her comfortable...
I suppose it's natural for all mothers to worry how their children will cope at university - mine was no exception. Even though I'd always been a very independent child, Mum somehow doubted my ability to survive in one of the most civilised cities in England. She was convinced I'd starve, freeze or otherwise blunder my way into catastrophe within a week of a...
Author's Note: Sorry it's been so long since the last story post! My muse went on vacation for a bit, obviously! I wanted to let everyone know that I'm going to be shutting down my personal webpages, and my diary on Diaryland. I want to concentrate more on writing and less on that stuff! However, anyone who wants to reach me can do so still by my email. Al...
Feeling sticky and sweaty Deirdre opened her eyes to the new dawn, Andreas still at her back with his arms around her. For a moment she lay reminiscing, a small smile on her face. A look in the direction of the mule and cart showed the boy to be sound asleep as was Conn who had rolled away. Very softly she got up to get her clothes. It was chilly, but she re...
Thank you very much to all those who commented and emailed me. I paid close attention to your opinions and some anonymous voices that were really wonderful giving advices. I found out that editing the chapters I already wrote was a great job, especially since I started to modify each dialog and transform from the old style to the new. It is true, this new o...
Note: all characters in this story are 18 or over (except maybe the pumpkins). This is my entry for the Literotica Halloween 2017 Contest. All comments are welcome. Enjoy! * As usual, Laurie hears it before she sees it: the jingle of a belt unbuckling behind the pumpkin shed, a zipper descending. These assholes will not stop fucking Laurie's pumpkins. S...
She was halfway through her senior year, at Radcliffe, when the bottom fell out of the stock market, and the panic that gripped the nation seemed to ripple across campus for days and days. When things finally settled down, Claire, like most people in the country, finally realized just how terrible conditions had become across the land, from the so-called "du...