One day, and out of the blue, I got told I had to go and supervise one of the night shifts down at one of our plants in England. Being 40 and separated there wasn't too much keeping me in Scotland and the thought of lording it over peasants in England-shire was fairly appealing as a compensatory measure for working away from my home surroundings. They were a...
Almost a year ago angiequesophie assisted with the editing of this little story. My thanks for the assistance! Rowan and William Muse The sun was about to slide, without fanfare or ceremony, to the far side of the Rocky Mountains. The Flat Irons were cast in shadow that made the monolithic black rock appear wet and slick. The few rock climbers that were sc...
Preface This is a direct sequel to my Lost in Eros series. Ideally, you should read that before you read this. However, I did post that to Literotica almost six years ago, and, as it was recently pointed out (to my very great surprise), that series is as long as The Hobbit and The Fellowship of the Ring combined! So, it seems fair that I offer a bit of a re...
Author's note: Hi! I aimed to make this story a little different. The plot will possible require quite a bit of suspension of disbelief, if you go in expecting two typical (or rather, neurotypical) people. Note that in line with the personalities of the characters I have opted for more scientific or nerdy terminology in some of the descriptions. While 'ade...
Disclaimer: All characters are 18 years of age or older while actively engaging in sexual activity. This story is a prequel/sequel (sprequel?) to my other work, Alex & Alexa. As always, many thanks and gratuitous panty shots from Freja and Jeanie to my long-suffering editor and beta-reader for their assistance in polishing up and improving this work. Rev...
The Sylvan Elf huntress stirred from her rest. A silent, painted shamaness brought the daily offering of water scented with irises and fresh jeth-tree sap. The deep bowl was proffered through the leaf-shaped flap to the huntress' simple abode, high in the mist-shrouded trees. The huntress awoke. She was powerfully built and dusky-skinned, the muscles of he...
This story is the property of the author. It is not to be changed in any way, nor published or shown at other web sites without the permission of the author. Please provide feedback, if you choose. All comments appreciated. Gary had returned from a business trip that kept him away from Senior Club activities for over a week. He unpacked, showered and fi...
Mikael cut the pear with a sharp knife, dropping the pieces into the bowl that he had in front of him. He put a segment in his mouth and chewed it slowly as he finished, enjoying its flavour. Its cool wetness proved refreshing, too, a welcome relief in the stifling heat. Mikael had already removed his shirt due to the warmth; the feeling of cotton hanging on...
Mud & Magic XIII by Blind_Justice Author's Notes: I'm sorry it took so long but, between the pandemic and some personal issues, writing was difficult. That said, big thanks to my usual partners in crime; my lady love for inspiration and criticism, bikoukumori for a tight editing job and you, the readers and Patrons, for your patience and support. Witho...
A first-time piece from me on this occasion. Some of what follows is taken from my own personal experience -- I'm just not saying which parts! Although Tom has just returned from a defining, life-changing experience, I deliberately avoided detail of what he saw and did during that short, intense conflict in 1982. After all, this ain't a war story, so I kept...