Another "Heartland Tale", with a nod to "Heartland" creator and Literotica author Trisha Monks for her inspiration and indulgence. Follow the link on my Favorites page to see her work. This is a standalone story though and may be read without the context of other "Heartland Tales" stories. ***** "Be careful going home," called Hannah out the door of her...
This story is a request from Carin. For many years she was not happy with what she was or who she was, but today Carin wants the world to know she is very content with the young woman she has become. * Dawn had just turned 30 and she was a happily married woman. She had two wonderful daughters who were now in school and a husband who was a great provider....
I first saw the woman at breakfast at the B&B. She was fishing for fruit from a bowl and looked up as I approached the table. She gave me a bright smile set in lovely brown cascading curls, only five foot tall, or a little more, wearing a stiff-looking white blouse and light brown shorts. I smiled back and got on with my breakfast, assuming she was attached...
Honey-Lee--the journeys of a TG Nympho Chapter 11 -- Honey stranded at a truck stop We were in Lake City, Florida taking in an antique car show and sale. Paul had his heart set on picking up a 1958 Cadillac convertible to be offered the following day. Then he got the text! "Emergency on oil drilling platform in the Sea of Japan! Down hole pressures fluctua...
It was just after 7:00 P.M. Saturday evening when my computer alerted me that I had incoming e-mail. The note was brief and to the point, “We are going out tonight. Pick me up at 8:30 P.M. sharp!!!”. The message was signed simply, “MH”. Mistress Heather, or more specifically, my Mistress. You see, I am the collared slave of the beautiful enchantress, Mistres...
Lexie hesitated, staring up at the huge building. She didn't know there were apartments in this building. Her heart raced. She looked around, feeling conspicuous standing still like that. She rubbed a palm down her thigh, feeling the smooth velvet of her green dress. It was tight, clinging to her body, hugging her but for once, she felt good in it. She looke...
I was in awe of the gothic splendour of the main hall of the Wills Memorial Building. A magnificent place, unfortunately funded by the proceeds of tobacco and, indirectly, the slave trade. We filed out into the bright Bristol sunshine and I was joined by my son, William, whose graduation ceremony I had attended. I shook his hand and congratulated him on his...
Kathryn and Vinya, or, There is Love Here This is my first story here, so please, please leave feedback! My style of erotica isn't as graphic as some; maybe that will change. 1. Kathryn He can't see me and I guess that's a good thing because I'm not sure I want him to. I've played this moment in my head so many times these last few years- sometimes embrac...
Linda Jacobson was a very nice person, pleasant and well liked. While not beautiful, she was pretty and attractive with thick, solid black hair and a good, if not spectacular, figure. However, like most women, she found fault with her physique: she was too short (5' 2"), her breasts were too small (34B), she was too heavy (110 pounds), etc. However, there wa...
The day that would change my life forever started just like any other work day. I showered and dressed before walking the short distance from my apartment building to the small nearby Post Office. From a small lockable post box, I took my handful of mail to a corner café which produced the best coffee in town. My favourite waitress smiled on my arrival and p...