It was an ordinary house, situated in an average suburban neighborhood. The residents were nice. Most of the properties in the area were middle or upper-middle class, with freshly cut lawns and well-tended flowerbeds. Plenty of minivans and sedans parked in the driveways and along the tree-lined streets. Average. Unassuming. Like they'd all conformed to some...
Ch. 03: Getting Better Note: Songs appear as part of the story. To feel the atmosphere that Doogan is creating, and to enhance your reading pleasure, find and play the songs on YouTube while reading the story. * * * The two day stay in the hospital was over. Julie showed no further signs of head injury while resting in bed. Her leg was in a cast and her...
Just a visit to the beach ... Ev is my slave in real life. She is a beautiful Asian slut. We are taking a short break right now whilst she concentrates on her studies. This is the continuing story, written by both of us, telling of how we first met ... PART 2 Master (4) ... She was tied up right there on the wall in front of me. I had missed out on my r...
Emma watched the large blue estate car pull away out of the driveway and pull slowly into the rush hour traffic. She had been observing the morning rituals of her new neighbours for a couple of weeks since they had moved in to the leafy suburb and she knew that the man's wife would be leaving for work about three hours later. Thom, her husband, had also le...
Note: All characters are over 18 "So, where shall we go first?" Meredith asked Sasha, who had let her drive. "I'm... not sure," Sasha said. "Where would you like to go?" "Well, perhaps we could go to one of our houses," Meredith suggested. "It would be a bit better than staying here and we could perhaps order a meal to go." "Th-That sounds nice," Sas...
part 3: Searching the Soul. This is a work of fiction, none of the characters are intended to bear any resemblance to anyone living or dead. Any similarity is purely unintentional. As Jennifer drove home on autopilot, she wrestled with what had happened. Jennifer had found her answer, the secret of the basement, yet she had more questions. What exactly did...
Author's Foreword— This is my eighteenth offering to Literotica and the second of my two-part Thrusting Machine series. Comments are encouraged and welcome. You are also invited to visit my profile and find in there the list of my older offerings. Enjoy! + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + Thrusting Machine, Revisited Amber mourn...
Oh my, if ya'll vote any more you might crash the system in shock. I mean an actual vote happening, I don't know if the system can handle it. Called tongue in cheek, I would like it if people voted, try something new, it won't suck promise. O.o ** Oddest fucking thing, I ended up with two women from that complex. Wasn't expecting one but hell two more Asia...
{Victoria's Self Bondage Games- part 3, this is not a stand alone story, you'll need to read parts one and two to make any sense of this, there's very little rehashing} *** I was at the point of frantic frustration by now. I'd done so much cock sucking and exhibiting lately but I'd yet to get off myself. Jessica and I agreed for me to slow down on the mast...
"Jean Meredith." That is what it said on the name plate sitting my new desk. The lettering was an Old English style. It was the first name plate I had ever had. Of course, this was my first job: the new junior reporter for the Hemmingsburg Report newspaper. The newspaper office is on the second floor of an old building in downtown Hemmingsburg. It was not th...