The hour of rising had fallen on Connor with a moonbeam across his face, awakening him like thunder. The drapes were fashioned by hand from soft black leather with Celtic knotting endlessly scrawled across them. With a light gesture of his hand he opened them, letting the pale moonlight, filtered through the oak branches outside, spill into his chamber. He...
The Ulleann Pipes are real and the music that comes from these simple reeds and covered or uncovered finger-holes is haunting. Some of the pieces still claw at my soul. Here are YouTube titles, for those that want to hear such music for yourselves: Davy Spillane - Caoineadh Cu Chulainn Uilleann Pipes.flv I am asleep (Air) & The Clumsy Lover (Reel) Uilleann...
Driven to the city in search of employment, entertainment and luxurious life style might have been achieved if I had some sound and solid education. But life in school wasn't taken seriously. School to me was a meeting point for friends. Once we gather in school, all parental advices fell on deaf ears. To rebel against teachers were stupid heroism as I found...
DISCLAIMER: THE FOLLOWING STORY IS BASED ON FICTION. IF YOU CAN'T STAND INTER-FAITH ROMANCE & SEXUAL ACTIVITIES THEN STAY AWAY. *** Rupkatha blushed as her friends teased her about Ghazi. She was a young lass of about 20 years. Although she wasn't voluptuous yet her firm, medium boobs would make heads roll. She was unusually fair skinned for an average g...
Low tolerance for bullshit, that's something I most definitely feel every day of the week. There's an epidemic of stupidity out here in the Southwestern United States, and I wonder how long it's going to be before I lose it and smack a damn fool. I'm already in anger management over kicking some bitch's ass at Wal-Mart last month, so I don't need any more tr...
Welcome, my dear, welcome. Peace be with you as you enter my lair–excuse me, my store. Isn't it a pleasant evening? Just the right temperature: not too cold, not too warm. I can see you're a little cold, would you like a glass of brandy? Port? No? How about a cup of tea? I have some excellent blends from India. Of course, I drink tea, don't be silly. Who d...
Mother of two youngsters Mary-Lou Greengrass, only daughter of Mayor Ike Jack and his wife Margo, stood in front of the mirror in her bedroom on Long Island, New York, reciting, "Mirror mirror on the wall; tell me who's the perfect bitch of all?" The ghostly male – secreted in residence in the wall behind the mirror, semi see-through skin stretched foully o...
Shamsuddin Ilyas Shah looked from the balcony of his Royal Palace at dusk. His newly built Capital Pandua was the envy of entire Hindustan. Trade & commerce flourished. It was a melting pot of different culture. Assyrians, Africans, Turks, Pashtuns and people from numerous other race had made Pandua their home & accepted him as the Sultan. He was a proud man...
[This chapter will make much more sense if you read chapters 1 & 2 first. This is only my second story here at Literotica. I have posted it in Mature, but it could also have been posted in Fetish, BDSM, or Romance. Obviously, it has a range of themes. Everyone in this story is well over 18.] The shy little widow from next door craves punishment and it is pr...
Nikki Nipples Vs. The Geek 11/15/08 Nikki Nicastro was in a good mood as she drove to work that Saturday morning. Katy Perry's "I kissed a girl" was playing on the radio and Nikki whistled along to the tune. She had originally found the song inappropriate, but now thought it was kind of catchy. Nikki had kissed a girl five days ago. Last Monday, her best f...