I grew up in a family with four sons, with me being the oldest and the youngest being born eight years after me. When we were growing up, a lady named Linda would come over to our house to babysit and help with housework three days per week while my parents worked. She did this for years, and obviously became friendly with my family. Now that one of my young...
Part 3 ended with these words: Next morning I went to work as usual. At around four in the afternoon Arti called me and said in an agitated voice, 'Randy, come home quickly. Ritu and Nitu are .....'. Worried I asked, 'What has happened to them? Where are they?' 'Please come immediately' Arti repeated. 'Arti! Arti tell me...' but Arti had disconnected...
For the first twenty years of Vern Anglin's life, he hated himself for being bisexual, something which had much to do with his strict Mormon upbringing. After graduating from Brigham Young University with a business administration degree, he left behind his native Utah and estranged parents and moved to distant Ontario, Canada. Over the next ten years, Vern...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex. ***** I was twelve when I ran away from home. My mother passed away giving birth to me and my older brothers and father seemed to blame me. My house was one of corporal punishment when things didn't get done. The older siblings and grown-ups were responsible for handling it. Anot...
I am here for three reasons, first to share stories with others. Next to read stories from others and enjoy them. Last to improve my writing and expression skills. I know I am not perfect however, I have the heart and courage to attempt and I never hide who I am. If you wish to be one of those people who are "Anonymous" and always seem to have something nega...
I woke up about two hours later, my head resting gently on Nanjan's lap. I sat up and he smiled lovingly at me. I returned his smile. "I can't believe I fell asleep at my own wedding," I said guiltily. "No worries," he said, " You had such a long plane trip. It's too bad you were delayed a day coming here when your first flight was delayed and you missed yo...
Hello Lit! Thanks to everyone for the feedback and comments, Steve and I both read them! I will admit to still being behind on feedback via email. I'm catching up, just slowly! Thanks to all for the constructive advice about clothes vs cloth - oops. A word of advice to aspiring Lit authors - don't procreate, they are s-o-o-o-o time consuming! In a good way...
Okay, here is the next part as promised, and I have an idea for an editor, as this thing is getting massive, 96 pages in word. Though I can't guarantee anything, I will be trying to remove the single chapters and putting up a few sections of the story, after I have fleshed out some parts and made it flow better. If you are still confused about a few things,...
Sister Maria Clare led the youth into the dank cell beneath the convent where she knew they would not be disturbed or heard through the thick dungeon walls. She bade him lift his robes to the middle of his back and bare his lean buttocks to her. From the nun’s expression, the boy knew he would gain no mercy. He was thankful his fear had caused his cock to...
Thanks again to my editor sdbnnc for all her help with this story. Hope you all enjoy it. The army had provided a jeep for the trip across the Pennines. Odin, his bodyguards, Bran and Gelert, and the witch Carla had all travelled by paw or hoof over the mountains in a few hours, but then they hadn't had any luggage other than Carla's bag. It turned out th...