"And again the Lord said to Raphael: 'Bind Azazel hand and foot, and cast him into the darkness: and make an opening in the desert, which is in Dudael, and cast him therein. And place upon him rough and jagged rocks, and cover him with darkness, and let him abide there for ever, and cover his face that he may not see light. And on the day of the great judgem...
For the fifth time that night, her hands drifted to his cock and started to play with it. Wolfe grunted and rolled away from her. He wanted to sleep, and she was insatiable. But the moment he did so, his half asleep mind regretted it, as another pair of hands drifted to his cock and picked up where the others had left off. Groggily he sat up, managed to craw...
My name is Sydney Grant and I'm a 36-year-old mother of two. My life up to this point had been nothing to write about having married young due to my becoming pregnant. My husband divorced me five years ago leaving me to tend to our kids as they grew older. Since then I immersed myself in their lives hoping to avoid the heartache that still lingered within me...
Darkness gathers and innocence withers. Braya, brave barbarian of the Eastern Mountain clans, at once the destroyer of the vile Morgana and yet her savior, is possessed by the sorceress's spirit, enslaved to her designs as much as her lusts. At her side rides Morgana's sole surviving son, Melehan, lover of malice and murder, together they quest to claim Came...
Many thanks to Literotica author ‘englander1961' for her help, editorial services, encouragement and a title much better than my original, which has elevated her to the status of House Goddess of Sexy Story Titles. Thanks to Sammi Scott, aka Titsy McYarn, the Cute at the Heart of the Abyss for her help and valuable critique. Thanks to Literotica author ‘KY r...
"We are so accustomed to disguise ourselves to others that in the end we become disguised to ourselves." -Francois de La Rochefoucauld *** Miranda turned to say something to Richard and saw that he wasn't there. Only then did she realize she had no idea where she was. She was standing on a patio attached to a house she didn't recognize. It was night, and...
Melancholy Jeannie was a fine, young thing strutting her long smooth legs in a tiny, tight jeans cutoff. That bright red painted mouth of hers pouted upset. Behind the deeply black makeup of her eyes was deep despair. Her black high heels tick-tocked on the wooden porch. Caged like a pretty bird, the expanse of muddy fields and partially plowed over wheat st...
I had just moved into my own place, the first place that was truly mine. No connections to my past, family, friends, anything. It was mine, all mine, and I was loving it. Loving it, but still, I was bored, tired, just needing to get out of my place, the boxes still piled up, and no matter how many I went through, the pile never seemed to diminish. In fact, I...
If I hadn't miss-spelled exhibitions wrongly then maybe I may never have got into it, but who knows? Maybe it was just in me and would have come out eventually anyway. I was looking for an exhibition of drawings that I was interested in, and I'd drawn a blank on Google up till then. Then I tried just 'exhibitions' as a last chance in the hope that it might...
Hi there. We're moving the story forward in Chapter 13, and I am a little sorry (okay, not sorry) to say that this one is more about propelling the drama. Not much hot sex in this chapter. I'll make it up to you very soon. And then some. I promise. But if you have been wondering where these characters have been taking us, there are many important revelat...