The Literotica Xmas Bash All characters in this story are over eighteen years of age. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Except in two cases. But I've got so much dirt on them, there's no way they'll sue. I'm assured by management that everyone voting for this story will get an invite to next year's party in the post....
The Conclusion There remained one more bustle in her hedgerow, one more spring clean for the May Queen. The trip. This trip, our trip, the fabric of our lives ripped apart and rearranged, the storm ravaged journey that had carried Deb to my side once again -- after twenty two years. I wondered, could she still hear the wind blow? Did she know her stairway...
Devon headed to the farthest reaches of the galaxy. This time, his angels did not try to stop him. A few moon cycles had gone by. He lived in the wilderness of the planet of Arboria, foraging for food, sleeping very little. The nightmares grew bloodier, the visions more realistic. His angels still tried to reach out to him, but he shut them out of his mind...
copyright ©2009 by A_Satori. All rights reserved. [Author's note: This is a story based on the excellent series of stories by Charles Petersunn: Jasons and the Johnsons, Jason and Mrs. Johnson, and, Jason Comes to the Back Door. Since what follows is a sequel story, it's suggested that those three stories (at least Back Door) be read prior to reading t...
Hallo Lit readers Here is the next chapter in my story. I look forward to the comments left so plz vote and comment. If you have any reasonable question about the story include them in your comment and I will try to answer them. As for the comment that my readers opinions don't matter, well this story chooses to go on its own path. I am merely the one who...
It took close to an hour to get the hair ready. Every morning. I always had to take a shower - most girls didn't wake up each and every day with cum in their hair. Shampoo and oceans of conditioner. I only went to the salon once or twice a week. Most days I'd have one of my 'sisters' help me blow dry it, usually Anong. If they were too busy, though, it took...
*I have been asked a very good question: if men are so rare and valuable, why aren't they treated better? One reader provided the best answer. In the American West in the last half of the 19th century, in many areas men outnumbered women 10:1. Women enjoyed protection because of their rarity, but they had no control over that protection. The gained no excess...
Looking up, I saw her in the companionway—blonde, young, tanned, grimy and scared, in bare midriff crop top and dirty white shorts--as she quavered, "well, where're we off to?" - - - - - Walking down the dock in July of 2001, I pulled the little two-wheeled fiberglass cart behind me, loaded with a generous 10 days worth of food and supplies, for an early s...
Introduction: Originally published under my old literotica username newfavorite, I decided to edit and improve this four part story and make it into one large story. The story's main themes are humiliation and revenge. It contains some brief male humiliation, but mostly females are humiliated. Overall it contains, ENF, spanking, oral and anal sex, lesbian s...
Awakening Jenny Stone knew she was asleep, but she was not awake enough feel her consciousness outside herself. Was this ascension experience proof that the Lord exists? Jenny felt like it was. Then she drifted deeper into her sleep. Jenny had blonde hair and she was a beautiful girl. She also got straight A's except in science where she almost failed. A r...