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Isabelle listened to the sounds of the birds in the trees as she made her way to the river in the early morning light. The air was crisp and cold, the late spring bringing a fine silver mist that seemed to chill her straight to the bone. She shivered and clutched the vessel tighter in her hand. She was never much of an early riser, but if she expected to learn anything about cooking, she had to help Loridana, the camp cook in her daily tasks. She reached the river and hiked up her skirt,...

Girl Next Door Ch 04

I felt like Sarah was consciously ignoring me. She said nothing when I met her at the motel, barely looked at me when she pointed at her pick-up and we piled in, and then grunted at the questions I attempted to ask. An example: ‘Where are we headed?’ Her murmured reply: ‘You’ll find out soon enough.’ Eventually, I gave up. I figured she was too afraid of a situation like the night before, when she had become so horny that she had made like a water grenade all over my face. Instead, my...

Bridget s Days Ch 05

(Buda, 1620) I leaned back into the padded wooden chair I was slumped in and drank another swallow of mulled wine. The thick fog from the night air seemed to linger in my lungs, non-functional though they were. It had masked my silent passage through the night, slipping out after dusk and returning a few hours later having carefully fed. By ‘carefully’ I mean that no one had seen me and that I had left everyone alive, just a bit woozy from the loss of a pint or so of blood. I took another sip...

Water the Fire

Sirens and the rule of law rang out from up over the hill. Couldn’t be so divine as to bludgeon the heat of August nor smother the vengeful Despréaux fire, but the rain was a sudden blessing. All the lady angels in heaven, resplendent in their shimmering see-through gowns, must have been running through the sprinklers on God’s lawn. Mud squished between his toes and it felt good. Every time the thunder came creeping in over the sound of the bullhorn, it gave him some measure of satisfaction....

The Games We Play

Isabella Bennet glanced around the Rutherford’s ballroom, taking in all the men and women dancing gaily or engaged in conversation. She really hated these affairs. They were nothing but a place for the ladies of society to present the newest girls of the Season and gossip about the latest scandal that some poor person had committed. The men weren’t much better, gathering in groups to leer at the fresh beauties and talk about business or their latest conquest. She was trying to disappear into...

The Cove

Nick stared in astonishment. I don’t believe I found her this easily. It can’t be her. The best part of fifteen thousand miles, a change of aircraft in Perth for the final leg to the North-West coast, eight hours sleep in a blessed, air-conditioned roadhouse room, and there she was … in the supermarket. It was her hair that Nick recognised. The woman with her back to him was wearing a two-piece business suit, most definitely not Joelle’s style as Nick remembered, in the old days, that wild...

An Unlikely Match

Boring Author’s Note: I hate deciding what section to put my stories in, then spending time chewing my non-existent fingernails when I could be wearing out my keys working on more stories, so if you think this belongs in Novellas I apologize in advance. To what I have found most publishers set the limit for Novellas at 20,000 to 80,000 words, and anything above that is considered a novel or some other category. I even looked at the submission guidelines to check on Literoticas’ writer’s...

A Dream of the Heart

We ended our regular Friday nightclub gig at near 2am, the usual time with the usual bored, drunken crowd in attendance. All they wanted to hear were the oldies from the sixties and seventies and eighties, maybe a few early nineties songs. They would even get a bit surly if we tried to play something original or anything newer than those eight-year-old nineties songs. Oh well, maybe tomorrow’s crowd at the other place would be more open-minded. I had a few new tunes that I wanted to try out,...

A Most Unwanted Present

Here’s my entry into the Winter Holidays Contest, albeit there’s not too much mention of the holiday season in it. Not until the end anyway. I didn’t intend it to be that way when I started, but the thing grew legs and wandered off and went where it wanted. In this one a middle-aged man is seduced by a twenty-something hottie. But the trouble is she’s also a married woman. He tries to resist but is too weak and can’t manage to find the strength to deny him, and her it seems, the pleasure. ...

The Dance of Passion

There was a very good reason that I was in Spain. I was intrigued by the history and culture of it, in particular I was intrigued by the music and dance, the flamenco, and that is why I had avoided the more popular tourist regions of Cadiz and Malaga in favour of Cordoba. I had driven from village to village seeking the grassroots flamenco, sure I could have sat in a concert hall and watched the professional flamenco artistes strutting their stuff, but that was not what I came to find. I...

Soul to Soul

‘Oh, how nice to see you here,’ said a female voice. I looked round in surprise to see a woman apparently pinned against the wall by a leering young guy dressed like a derelict gypsy. I was at an art preview and had I been wandering around somewhat apathetically with a glass of lousy champagne in my hand. I was only there because a friend of mine, Ted, was exhibiting, and the works on display were of about the same quality as the champagne. I was wondering what I could say to him that...

Confessions of a BoyToy Part 2 Liz

Liz lives on a small ranch off of CR 269 near Cobb Rd.’ Gypsy said, giving me directions to my 6pm appointment. ‘Make sure you close the gate behind you coming and going. Whatever you do, do not let Widow Maker, her prized Brahman rodeo bull get out. If you think we make a lot of money on your sperm, you should hear what she makes in stud fees off of this bull.’ she laughed. ‘Seriously, Liz will kill you if anything happens to that bull, that is unless Widow Maker gets to you first.’ Gypsy...

Autumns Over

I hate what I became. Some monster that I don’t even recognize anymore. I did it for the thrill. The love. The love of being the seducer of men who come to me for a good time. They would send me a message, begging me to help them and I would oblige. Every time. Don’t get me wrong. I was still a virgin. Just not when it came to my words. With my words I would undress myself and kneel in front of them naked. I would take their pants off and run my nails over their already hard dicks. In my i.m.s...

Confessions of a BoyToy Part 4 Sweet Melissa

As I pulled into her drive, there she stood in the doorway, wearing only panties. Gypsy practically bounced out the door and jumped into my arms, wrapping her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist. We shared a deep hot kiss to celebrate our first day’s success. Then we walked hand in hand back inside. She poured us a Tequila shooter as we settled in to talk about the appointments. ‘Howdy,’ Gypsy started, ‘where have you been all my life? We made nearly a thousand dollars today! We...

The Barbie Lez Fantasies Week 98 The Fortune Fucker

Introduction: A quick and kinky lesbian fantasy! Authors Note 1: These short fantasies started off as weekly mini-stories for my readers, but the newsletter was shut down because autoresponders do not accept adult content. I thus decided to publish these fantasies for free for my readers to enjoy. It is meant to entertain, so please do not leave hateful comments if everything is not perfect. I am only human after all. Authors Note 2: Although this fantasy can be read independently, it was...

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