Authors Note: Thank you to everyone left comments or sent me feedback about the resumption of the story. Thank you again to blunajana who offered to help me with proofreading. Taking her advice I would like to mention that I have made mention of the Poem "My Country" by Dorothea McKellar for anyone interested in this as they read. I have also used a uniquely...
Part 1 - An Encounter With David I was working on a difficult passage in my latest story and didn't notice until something twitched at the edge of my vision. Knowing it was likely him, and not wanting an interruption, I continued staring intently at my computer screen. It was his cock, his very large cock, that twitched. It was lengthening and intruding in...
Disclaimer: I do not own Wynonna Earp. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. ***** Waverly Earp didn't have the best childhood. That was a massive understatement, but the most fucked up thing about it, and her whole life in general, was that her life actually got better after her Daddy and eldest sister died. To even think that was awful...
Looking up from my check, still surprised at the amount, I saw Amiko walk into the room. Wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around her waist. My Amiko. At least I had been thinking she was my girl. My surprise turned to shock, she saw me and seemed startled, then she looked down. I looked back at Cary, he just grinned at me. "Darla is up at the house i...
By way of introduction, let me say that if you haven't read the first chapters of this story, then much of the next few pages will mean very little to you. So I suggest you go back and read "Mister Jack Miller: Chapters 1 thru 8" to get the background on this tale. That having been said, please...read on... ****** Well, true to form for Nana, the restauran...
Late evening after the Airport... Having slept off most of her day due to muscle relaxers Margo could only lay around weeping at the loss of her son Elliot. She knew he would come home again but this was her first ever moment of complete solitude that did not last longer than eight hours. Elliot would always return home from school each day. Now that return...
"We thought you guys passed out or something!" said Rachel as Joe and Paul rejoined the women upstairs. "How was it down there?" "This place is so awesome," said Paul. "There's a four person sauna, a huge shower, a gym, bar. Everything." "Why do I smell, like, citrus or something?" Lindsey asked. "Shampoo. It's what they had in the shower," Paul replied....
Gentlemen, think back for a moment to when you were eighteen, a pastoral mid-summer night on a sandy shore of a deserted tree-lined lake, the only light from the stars, the moon, and a fragrant fire on the beach. Now add the fact that you're a wee bit stoned, drinking some brews with your closest friends. It's been more than a month since high school graduat...
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...
Brian Hancock ended his work day covered in sawdust and sweat. Not a great combination. Assisting his dad Bruno in taking down a pair of tall rotted cherry trees in front of a country church, he was weary and thirsty. Hunger not so much but something cold might hit the spot. Having used his last ten bucks on gas to get back and forth from the Needy estate he...