This story is a collaboration between MsCherylTerra and Bebop3. It was a pleasure to write and a rewarding experiment. The authors hope you enjoy the story. MsCherylTerra's stories can be found here: https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=5134587&page=submissions The Masks We Wear HIM I was sitting in a chair at a large wooden table when...
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James opened the door of the minibar and pulled out a bottle of water. He opened it and gulped down half of it, swaying on his feet as he put the lid back on. The hotel room wasn't quite spinning, but he knew he was very drunk. He walked to the window and looked out, seeing the three people that had been in his room just moments earlier climbing into a taxi...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are...
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It was a Thursday afternoon and I came home from my job a little early. As I approached the driveway I noticed the car with a particular license plate number that I knew. I wondered immediately what the Monsignor was doing at our house. I went in the front door and mother, grandmother, and the Monsignor were all sitting in the living room having a drink. I...
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