Mikael sighed as the cool breeze caressed his face. He reached up to brush his hair away from his eyes and leant backwards on the couch. He had open on his lap the history of the ancient kingdom of Nekkhara, but it had his attention only fleetingly. Whilst he was eager to learn, he had been reading for a good few hours and his mind had begun to wander. He in...
Chapter 1 Starting out This is a sad, but true story. Let me begin by saying that my Father always told me as a kid, "Keith, any man that uses bad words in his language only shows himself to be a person who isn't intelligent enough to use the greater amount of words that he could have, to express himself politely and properly." Well, an awful lot of what h...
(Author's note - This is a 90% non-erotic story. The only erotic scene has been submitted separately as the short story "alone at last".) It was April. It was raining. It was hardly a surprise. The weekend had started well: boy had met girl and the Friday night alchemy that turns alcohol into meaningless sex had just begun when the spell, or rather a Budw...
============================ Author's Note: This story is a slooooowwwww, swwwweeeeet riiiiiide!!! If you are extremely horny and looking for a 'quickie' where the sex comes early and often, and the story is nothing but sex-sex-sex, then I politely suggest you read something else. This is another one of my stories with a tormenting build-up, best suited for...
IV: Help for a friend Chapter 32: Variations on a Theme of Love -- Adagio con moto We arrived in Sydney already late and first got Jenny to her flat -- and now it was really HER flat -- and finally, we were home again. After closing the door, I took a deep breath, turned to Maureen and hugged her as if I would never see her again. She lifted her face to b...
Here is another long one for you to enjoy. A few things to say before we plunge into the story. I wanted to explore and try a few different ideas, styles, and elements. I hope they don't throw you for a loop. They were done for fun and try to stretch the horizon a little. If something bothers you give me a holler. I am always open to suggestions. If I left s...
Another MIKE CLAYMORE MYSTERY #8: Carmine - EDITED A novel by David Horton Copyright 2000 Chapter 1: October 27 Ice and snow everywhere he looks. He won't be going anywhere in this weather. Mike lays his head back down on his favorite pillows, a pair of human female breasts. Outside the wind howls and whistles between the twin chrome stacks of hi...
MIKE CLAYMORE MYSTERY #3: PAULINE ***** Chapter 1 "I am Richard, son of Michael, son of Mary Morris and Duncan Claymore. I don't understand, Dad. Why is Grandma as important in my lineage as Grandpa? Why is Grandma Claymore more important than Mom or her parents?" Father and son are bonding in a way they seldom have time to do daily. "Because your Gr...
Prologue I entered Federico's a few minutes after eight in the evening. The place was fairly crowded, as usual. I greeted Henri, the maitre`d, and he showed me to a table. "Harry," I said, "Jack is coming, too. Show him over when he gets here." "Of course, Mr. deFrame." I ordered drinks for both of us when the waiter came over, but was surprised when Jac...
Author's note The first story in this tale "The Archer" was entered into the "Romance" category of Literotica was very well received. This second story was written largely in response to the encouragement I received from Literotica readers wanting a follow-up to the original. I have envisaged a trilogy, the third story entitled "The Archer's Lady" has an ou...