The alternate title for this was going to be 'Save a pussy to get some' but I figured that was too on the nose. This is a story about a middle-aged teacher asking her neighbour's son and his friends to help find her lost cat. And then rewarding them in unexpected ways. There is a mild hint of nonconsent and reluctance in part of the story, but I assure you...
My name is Allan. I'm a middle-age, Caucasian, divorced guy, not a very lucky in life if you ask me. I live downtown in a small condo, and work as a consultant for an oil company. Friday afternoon was pretty busy at the office, and my boss asked me to have some presentation ready for the CEO meeting we have every Monday morning. Damn! So much for my weekend...
I need to thank my team. My beta readers are SBrooks103x and my mentor, Harddaysknight. Thank you, gentlemen, you are the best. My editors are PapaKilo14, Hal, Pixel the Cat and GeorgeAnderson. They make sure I don't appear to be any more of a fool than necessary. Love you guys. ***** I've never really cared much about what society says is legal. If it's p...
***So I'm picking up the pace here a bit and the focus will switch here and there a little. This chapter's got a little bit of everything in it, so you'll need a good comfy chair and some munchies, maybe. All I know is in this one chapter, almost everybody has a good time as the group of werewolves continues on its eastward exodus. What do I mean by a goo...
"You're being really dirty little sissy slut today," daddy chuckled and asked, "What's gotten into you?" "Making up for the last few days I guess," I giggled hugging him tightly, "and I missed you too." "I missed my little sissy too." He replied patting my back, "But I need a shower and I know you need to change your soiled panties you dirty little girl."...
"Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, old time is still a-flying;And this same flower that smiles today tomorrow will be dying." -Robert Herrick, "To the Virgins, To Make Much of Time." *** With his hands bound behind his back, Isaac marched through the woods. Seila walked behind him, prodding him the tip of a knife whenever he slowed down. This was their fir...
This is part five of a seven-part novella; it should stand alone, but beginning at the beginning is the recommended pattern. I'm posting all the chapters at the same time so you shouldn't have to wait long for the rest. A Literotica Box Set for the summer. The original idea for this work came following a discussion at the authors' hangout about frustrations...
The temperature in the shop continued to rise with the mid-morning sun. Ryan had been watching the clock tick, second by second, for the last half hour, begging for his workday to be over with. Stack after stack of heavy bricks were laid painstakingly slowly on each pallet sent his way. The sweat poured off of his body, soaking his jeans and making his t shi...
Westminster, England, 14 April AD 1067. Six Months After The Battle of Hastings. "You get Droit de Seigneur with the estate, D'Austeyn. You are Lord of the High Justice and the Low, with Furca and Fossa. You can hang a man from gallows or drown a witch. Sort out any trouble immediately and kill anyone who puts a toe out of line. But most of all..." Her...
Horsa struggled through the deep snow, sheets of ice stung as it rained down from the heavens like sparks from the smith's hammer. He leaned into the wind and continued moving. The effort put more of a soreness into his legs than when he had first learned to ride a horse as a child, how his legs hurt for days after those lessons. Horsa eventually stopped to...