This is my seventh installment on my first submission. I would like to thank Kightshado, and MarionRed for reviewing this chapter. I will try and get chapter eight out within a week or two. I hope you enjoy. ***** Sunday 11/26/2006 ***** My name is Paul Beckson, and I live in a travel trailer, for the time being. It is on a ten acre farm in Arkansas. I hav...
Nb: Gunde essentially wrote all of this. My contribution is the last 3000 words or so. XXX "Sanddy!" Recovered enough from the experience of having her nuclear bomb of an ass taken hard and simultaneously by the three biggest, brawniest and sexiest slabs of manmeat she'd ever seen that she was now merely extraordinarily horny rather than locked in a state...
Author's Note: And now for something completely different. This is not a short story, and though it is broken into sections I chose to post it as a complete piece. This tale consumed me for many months. I let it fester and grow into something much more than the original idea. It led me to research, and become fascinated with an often overlooked and misunde...
"To Paint the Portrait of a Bird" This is a story about how Beth and Angie continue to evolve as their unique life journeys continue. Some disclaimers are in order: This story contains no incest—actually the proportion of sex to story is relatively small for a Literotica story. It's therefore not really an erotic story that's intended to turn you on (but...
Chapter 5 -- Film Fodder Kat asked, "What about the tenth house on our circle of homes. I know we believe that someone else might join us, but has there been any thoughts about it, or who, or timing?" Ty shrugged along with Dave. He responded, "There are no plans for it, but it easily fit in the design of the Circle. Owen will be the official owner of the...
I think I can safely say that every possible scenario has been covered in LW on how a wife was caught cheating, from the strange car in the driveway and to seeing her with her lover on a traffic camera. We can also toss in the PI and wiring the house for video and audio and a GPS on her car. Of course there's all the banking things to do and finally the conf...
W.F. Stuart Teaching College is in the foothills, overlooked by the elite suburbs. It's the closest that ordinary folk can get to high living. Above the college are winding leafy roads with mansion after estate after villa. Deckings stilted above slopes, infinity pools cut into rock. Below the college was suburbia; rows of mostly untidy little boxes with sim...
Chapter 12 A cock in the hand is worth two in the bush Author's note: Several months ago, I left off this story after chapter 9. Thanks to the encouraging reader feedback, the muse has returned, and I have finished the story. * They fled the nightmare of the city. The Singing Selkie proved herself a nimble and true boat, surging out into the brisk fall...
This is my vision of the ending to Troubador's story "How High a Price." If you haven't already read that interesting work it would help greatly to do so before reading this one. I have attempted to stay true to the character personalities as Troubador originally described them. I HAVE added events and actions that suited me and my vision of what the story s...
(These words are but the vacuous exposition of mind yet untorn. There exists within it neither an intent to remonstrate nor demonstrate any person living or dead. Let these grains of time pass without offense, for they would wish it on none. Not a fap on the first page story.) The Book of Rai: Sons of Heather He watched. It was not so important as to t...