I was mowing my yard the following week and saw the UPS truck pull up at the Johnson’s house. Mrs. Johnson came out to sign for the packages then went back inside. I was just putting the lawnmower up when she came across the street, walked up to me with an excited look on her face, “Come see, Come and see what we got!” You would have thought they had won...
Author note: this chapter is an edited version of part of my Literotica story 'La Contessa's Slave Girl'. Warning: this chapter contains non-consensual scenes. Chapter 12: Becky A few weeks after the card game, La Contessa invites me to accompany her on a different venture. She's on a mission. She's searching for a loyal female submissive. She wants me to...
Candice Michelle licked her lips as she looked at all the succulent treats on offer. She was currently in the WWE divas locker room surrounded by some of the hottest and most fuck-able asses on the planet, Candice like a kid in a candy store as she decided which one she was going to lick, fuck and tame next. As usual most of the WWE divas were walking aroun...
Clarence looked at Katherine in surprise. "What did you say?" Katherine looked up and said, "What?" "I asked what you said when I said that maybe I should have Jazmine come over and have her way with you. It sounded like you said, 'Maybe you should.' Is that what you said?" Katherine was trapped. That will teach her to speak without thinking first. "I don...
I don't know how many men I screwed last night because I drank a little too much and got pretty stoned. It must have been several because I smell like a New York whore and my legs, thighs and pussy are tender and sticky with cum. I guess I passed out on the bed in the guest bedroom after all of the fucking because I just woke up and that's where I am right n...
Foreword: I wrote some of my past stories by request of my fans. In a way, I could also say that this story was written by request. However, it would probably be more accurate to say that this story was provoked than requested. Part 1 of this story is true. Some militant feminist recently started sending me flame mail accusing me of hating women because I...
Ashven was waiting in the abandoned school, not having found anything of interest during her patrol. She was sitting in the cellar, uncertain wether to leave or to stay, torn between her fear and her lust. Three days ago, she had faced Zargal, an alien terrifying the city and she was unable to forget the savage rape she had suffered. Now here she was, sittin...
The causes and effect of childhood poverty. "Millions of children around the world miss out on their childhood as a result of poverty. Poverty deprives them of the capabilities needed to survive, develop and thrive. It prevents them from enjoying equal opportunities. It makes children more vulnerable to exploitation, abuse, violence, discrimination and stig...
So much fun to write. I start with a blank screen and the title, not really knowing where it's going. I have two characters, one of whom bewitches me. Strap in. I awoke to find a tall, sleeping form cuddled into my backside, arm across my waist. I could hear her deep breathing. I dared not move. She needed her sleep, especially after last night. Incendiar...
Agnes M. had been raped by her stepfather when she was 18. It wasn't violent, other than the pain of her maidenhead, but it did leave an emotional scar. To protect herself she developed what you might call tough scar tissue over everything associated with the act. And that most definitely included all sexual contact with boys or men. Her features weren't so...