This is my first story here on Literotica so please give me comments and rate it. I hope you like this. Also I am not blessed with an editor so please be kind and understanding. ****** "Are you serious?" I stared horrified at my unearthly, unmoving, beautiful mother. "Yes, I am quite serious, Lilly." My mother continued to opened trunks that I was tol...
The key turned in the lock and she let out a soft sigh as she tossed her keys on the table. Reaching up and pulling the clip from her hair, she ran her hand through it to loosen it...longing to feel His hand doing the same thing. She kicked off her shoes, bent to pick them up, then padded softly into the bedroom. Her clothes became a trail to the bathroom as...
I'd always been submissive, for as long as I could remember. Habitually walking two steps behind, making it seem like it was convenient on narrow streets, letting others make decisions. It's fairly easy to pretend to be a shy, nerdy introvert and let that be a convenient cover for being submissive. What made it more interesting was when someone saw me for w...
My Name Is Jao Van Adaire, My Mother Is The Archangel Gabriel and My Father A Former Exorcist Of The Church Who Was Himself A Quarter-Angel, Thus Making Me Half-Human and Half-Angelic. But Ten Years Ago, My Father Disappeared During The Madrid Church Bombing, No Body Was Ever Recovered and His Soul Was Never Transferred To Heaven Nor Hell. Without His Presen...
Sorry for the delay in finishing this story. Got sidetracked, however the real Jen from Louisiana, the little darling she is, kept nagging me like the proverbial Mother-in-law so here are the final three chapters. Recapping the characters: My Ma, Pa, older brother Jethro and younger sister Trixie My Uncle Jimmy & Aunt Shirley, and their 2 sons, Stan & Billy...
I no longer feel guilt for the things I do. Only God can judge me, since my fellow Muslims are all hypocrites anyways. Oh, plenty of Christians and Jews are hypocritical as well but Muslims pretend like no one else can. Here's a few examples. Brother Hassan, the Imam of my favorite Masjid, is a wise old Cleric from Somaliland. The dude is secretly into men a...
I felt full. Not as full as by Dolf's dick, but I could feel that I had Lotje in me. Lotje was the name we gave to the remotely controlled egg that I was wearing now. We had a day out and landed on a terrace in the middle of the city. After Dolf ordered our drinks, he took Lotje out of his pocket and laid it down on the table. "Just go and insert Lotje into...
We met off of the interstate, just outside of Jackson, Mississippi on a cold March day in early spring. Neither of us had seen each other before, but we had talked. It had been a long drive for me, over 30 hours, and the traffic had been brutal. But, since I had booked a room in Jackson for a couple of days, I was refreshed and less cranky than I had been th...
Author's Note: :D I love Sway and Skeet. I absolutely adore them. I'm glad so many of you did, as well. Enjoy this chapter, and please keep up with the wonderful comments. They really do make my day. Luv n' stuff, Ginnnnnnnnnnnna! 25. "Well, I think it's safe to say that he isn't on this side of the harbor," Horace commented dryly. The trio had searche...
I'm in bed, feeling the cool smooth mahogany wood on my back as I'm laying against the headboard, my full milky breasts sandwiched against the back of a nineteen year old brat. My nipples are spraying milk like crazy, the liquid cascades down the girl's back to moisten where I'm grinding hard against her ass while my husband is thrusting in an out of her pus...