Acknowledgement: I'd like to express my gratitude to Snooper for taking the time to critique the original draft of this story. I want to thank this editor for their advice and guidance, both that which I took, and that I didn't. Chapter 1 Matthew Moore completed the house around midyear 1870. He had begun construction of the home he was building for his fu...
A warm spring breeze ruffles my short skirt and my long auburn hair. My white stilettos click on the pavement as I walk to work. Hearing them always makes me smile, as does the delicious feeling of my nylon clad thighs rubbing together as I walk. My pale pink skirt is flared and very short showing off my shapely legs. When clubbing or shopping I wear sexy st...
Welcome to chapter five of this ongoing story. I have always tried to make my stories an exploration of sexuality, but I think this chapter takes things to a whole new level. There is a lot of straight sex, but there is also messy play, voyeurism, BDSM/role playing, and anal. Hopefully everybody can find something they like about this story. As always, any s...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, using Microsoft Spell-check. You have been forewarned. *.*.* Cabrini High School in DeGarde, Louisiana had been formed by Monsignor Clarence Abrams with one purpose in mind; to create the most perfect a...
***Sorry for the delay on this, but I was uh, overtaken by events, you might say. I've been trying to get this written for a while now and I've had a few um, obstacles along the way... Anyway, this chapter is going to be a 2-parter. Not a lot of fooling around here - that's in the next chapter. What we have here is a bit of hope for a few characters out in...
My first impression of the place was that it appeared unlived in. Everything was so perfectly placed, so unsullied by life. Chairs had no apparent depressions from past occupants; coffee table books seemed deliberately angled on pristine tabletops; dried flowers were dashes of contrived colour in contrived places — it was as if the living room had been dec...
Crossing the line on the black cock thing was eating at me. To make things worse after all she had done my wife wanted to go to church Sunday. My wife and Laura spoke to each other. Usually it was just a wave. My wife had just found out that Laura knew she had been fucking her husband. I don't know how that went. Especially when they hugged and seemed to be...
It took Bobby a minute, but when his head cleared, he saw the same thing. Charley Barton. His eyes didn't blaze, his body didn't tremble, he sat there placidly, watching. Something in his eyes shot a shaft of reality through his addled brain. It all came back, Faith, the cops, the assault. "I'm in deep shit," he thought. "Serious jail time. I can't go to ja...
It's been almost a year since I last wrote for Literotica. I'd like to do more, but life is pretty fucking busy so I can only peck away at a story from time to time. Perhaps I should write shorter ones. Anyway here's my latest, for what it's worth. Anyone engaged in sexual activity is over the age of 18, and is entirely imaginary, although I'd love to meet...
Travelling Folk Series Pt. 02: All the Fun of the Fair Copyright 2000 by Paul. All rights reserved. All events and characters are fictitious. * * * * * Part 1 Pat opened her eyes and for a moment almost panicked. This wasn't her room. She looked down at the arm thrown protectively across her breasts then along its length to the tattoo of the heart and cr...