A couple of months ago, my friend Jake Rivers put out a call for writers to participate in a story invitational based on three classic songs by Marty Robbins: "El Paso," "Feleena" and "El Paso City." This is a follow-up on to our first invitational in the fall of 2006 with entries based on the Statler Brother's song, "This Bed of Rose's." If there is conti...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex. ***** Once upon a time, a raiding party of Viking warriors fell upon a small Romany encampment along the coast of what would eventually become southern France. All who resisted were slaughtered, and the King of the Gypsies offered up His youngest daughter [LITEROTICA REQUIRED EDI...
Sabine only had one client on Fridays. He was neurosurgeon with enough money to buy her a million times over. They had to finish up early because his daughter had an orthodontist's appointment and couldn't drive herself. As they redressed, she thought about her time at one of the state-run boarding schools for abnormally-abled children. A fuzzy memory of pic...
Chapter Three: Uncle Pete and the Parisian Whore The next several days were busy for Edward, but he found he enjoyed the direction in scope and purpose that thieving on behalf of another provided. Lady Trey had given him three hundred pounds in "operating capital", as she had put it, to finance his expedition to Paris, and he had pilfered another three hund...
Chapter 6 There's no glory in death... Copyright @ calibeachgirl All rights reserved, 2011 Monday, December 28, 1931 At seven o'clock sharp, James sat down to the breakfast. Eliza, surprised to see him returning to his usual pattern, poured him a glass of cold fresh orange juice and went to fry a couple of pancakes and an egg, 'sunny-side up.' She gla...
"We should be marching East, not West" King Trogar said for probably the hundredth time that day. "If we move quickly we can still hunt down that treacherous fuck, Markoz, and capture his bitch princess." Trogar looked older than the last time she had seen him, but none the worse for wear after his captivity, but then it hadn't been a particularly onerous on...
Samantha laid awake for a while.....she was scared....And her mind was racing...could she live like this forever or would she need to escape? But how could she escape? She was bound in more ways than one. Physically she was tied up....mentally her father would be disappointed if she ran away so fast. She wished that she could have tea and a hot bath as was h...
Lyriena paced back and forth anxiously. She was embroiled in the midst of a storm of uncertain emotions. On the one hand, she wanted Henry's contact to find her so she could continue with her plan to be away from this place. On the other, she was tempted by Trogar's offer; both to satisfy her own sexual curiosity but also to wreak revenge on that sow, Soleil...
[Author's Note: slightly revised for clarity. I wanted to make sure Sheila's outfit was visualized a tad more completely! Feel free to comment or complain. Thanks] * After my butt plug-enhanced blow job experience with Ted (and the sopping-wet mop-up masturbation that followed) I slept the sleep of the (virtuously) wicked, my tummy full of boyfriend sperm...
We left The Holy City and we rode out to fight in the battle against the dark mage Lord Baelnoran. He had risen too fast and in doing such he had routed out the royal family of The Kingdom of Rauger. We were going the longest way around, the more dangerous way because the Dark mage lord had invoked weather magic and had caused the rivers in the main way to...