She had the biggest pair of tits SGT Stewart Peter Bate had ever seen in the flesh. It was unfortunate he was a POW and she his captor. "Name: Frank Meyer. Rank: Sergeant. Serial Number: 531-07-0374. Date of Birth: April 28th, 1990. This is all the information I am permitted to give you. I demand to be afforded the rights of a POW as per the Geneva Conventi...
Do not copy this work or parts of it to other sites than Literotica. Many thanks to Linda62953 to help me to present this story better. Chapter 2: Morning shower The next morning, Charlotte woke up with the sound of hundreds of birds crying and singing like there was no tomorrow. She checked to see how dry her clothes were by now, and she was not happy....
It was going to be the perfect Christmas present for Alan. I had already purchased my slutty Santa outfit online complete with matching fur lined handcuffs. Alan had previously expressed an interest in spicing things up, but I was usually too shy to play along properly. My plan was simple; sneak into Alan's room while he was at work, position myself just rig...
I have read and enjoyed all three of the February Sucks stories that came before mine. GeorgeAnderson's original, Greenday0418's alternate ending and Hooked1957's redux. After I read the redux I was wondering what might have happened next and what spin I would give and that was the inspiration for my sequel. I want to thank both George Anderson and Hooked fo...
Author's Note: Got back into writing again and decided to start on a story again. Going to be a bit more sexual as I get more comfortable with writing it but the first chapter just has sexual situations rather than sex. A big shout out to hentaikitten for editing and taking care of my issues with repetition. Leave some feedback after reading and let me know...
Sally writes to Mark Saturday Dear Mark, I'm taking to texting, writing to you from work, in the hope of clarifying any misunderstandings we might have had about last night. First of all, thank you for the delicious meal, and the movie afterwards. I was charmed by the way you wined and dined me. My not inviting you inside, when you walked me to my door, w...
The Sacred Band - chapter seventeen. Fighting back part 3. The gig. Barns green, outside Birmingham - night of August 12 1956. It was a moonless, starry night, and a few small clouds scudded across the indigo sky. Three figures stood, motionless, against the high wall they had just scaled. They wore shapeless, hooded camouflage smocks and loose can...
Misunderstanding -- Casiama crouched low with her bow drawn, a hundred yards from the pair of conversing humans on the beach. A small rowboat had come ashore, not two-hundred yards from her, and dropped these two off before returning to the larger craft. The unmarked ship - or perhaps an uncommisioned Imperial vessel - hadn't yet set sail, making Casiama...
"Darling, you know that your mother and I love you very much." Oh shit, Jess thought and dropped the fork on her plate. Here we go again. She was sitting at the dinner table with her parents when her Dad brought up the usual topic. School and good grades, or the lack thereof. Like every week. "We're worried about you, honey," added her mom, Darlene, in th...
Chapter One: Footsteps. There was a Mullin standing in the doorway alright, but it wasn't Greg Mullin who was staring into Brianna's bedroom when Gerald Koutusis looked at the mirror. Instead, it was Tracy Mullin, Greg's wife and Brianna's mother who was standing in the doorway with her mouth open, watching Gerald Koutusis on his knees methodically bringin...