This is going to be the last that you'll hear from me for a while. I still have several commitments that I've got to fulfill. In the mean time, I wish nothing but the best for all of you. In the mean time, I'll see you when I get done...whenever that is...lol. MoogPlayer ~~~~~~ If wishes were horses, Then dreamers would ride... Jon Butcher ~~~~~~ Have...
Here is another long one for you to enjoy. A few things to say before we plunge into the story. I wanted to explore and try a few different ideas, styles, and elements. I hope they don't throw you for a loop. They were done for fun and try to stretch the horizon a little. If something bothers you give me a holler. I am always open to suggestions. If I left s...
Hello all! This is my submission for the 2020 Literotica Halloween Contest...but really it was just my excuse to write up a story that's been brewing in my head for the last several years and pay homage to my alma mater. I don't explicitly name the school in this work but I have a feeling I'll see a few comments from fellow alumni who understand. As always,...
They call them Istanza. The word is derived from a long-forgotten language, a language whose origins are lost in the depths of time. None are left who speak the language in its entirety, but there are a select few who understand the handful of words that are still used. * * * 1: Finding Silra Leeann watched the ceremony with a keen awareness of her own gr...
Chapter 1: Getting off track ..................................... It was the perfect start to the worst day of her life. She just didn't know it yet as she sipped from her cup of warm morning coffee at her kitchen table. From the speaker of the radio beside her played an age old piece of classical music to which she hummed along to while enjoying her morn...
Paul turned up the collar of his light jacket and stuck his hands in its pockets to ward off the chill of the bitter wind that had come with the late November dusk. This part of the city was unknown to him. He had been walking the streets aimlessly since mid-afternoon trying to recover after having his heart and dreams shattered. The day had been warm and s...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. ***** Chapter 21 Shirley St. Martin smiled as she; Theresa Weinstein and Briah Weinstein stood in the Bridal Boutique of Babbage's Department Store and waited for Caitlin Weinstein to come out. Theresa looked uncomfortable and haggard and Briah looked s...
I'm back after a bit of a break. This is a work of fiction. It's a slow moving story and is more for connoisseurs of erotic stories and not for those looking for quick and explicit sex. *** I wasn't looking forward to the next 15 or so hours. I'd just managed to squash myself into the small and cramped economy seat at the rear of the large aircraft taking...
Prologue I couldn't sleep. Lying in the darkened room, staring up into the blackness, and listening to the steady, even breathing of my husband asleep beside me, I could only think about love. There are so many songs about love, but for every one of those songs that celebrate love, there is another song about heartbreak and love lost. I was lost in thought...
DISCLAIMER To all who have sent me congratulatory messages about my new-found happiness - alas, what follows is fiction, partially based on some actual experiences, but all in all, it is mainly wishful thinking! "To everything, there is a season, and life is good." Chapter One It was good to be home. Even better this time, as this trip to China yielded t...