Erica smoldered as she left the ceremony. She watched the helicopter as that smug bitch whisked her Uncle Victor away into the unknown. I wished I'm the one fucking my gorgeous uncle right now. She did not even flinch thinking about it. Fuck, half the women in that church were thinking the same fucking thing as I am. The thought of gripping her uncle's bi...
Warning: This story contains elements of Cuckoldry (NTR) and Non-Consent. If those aren't your jam, this is your chance to leave. *** A brisk morning breeze whistled through the bare branches of the forest that surrounded the small village of Eversdale. The hardy inhabitants of the frontier village, normally up and working as soon as the sun's rays touched...
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...
This story is a sequel to my previous story "The Irishman at the End of the Bar". I'd recommend reading that for the continuity. I would further like to the give a special shout to everyone who helped make the last story more successful than I ever imagined it could be. I never dreamed it would rank as all time number one for the genre on Literotica. I don't...
This story has been already published somewhere else, I thought I'd have the literotica community enjoy it as well. There's a second part in the pipes slowly building up there, but as soon as it's finished I'll post it here too. As usual all comments are welcome and most importantly, enjoy! *** I know, I know, I know. You normally don't start a secret dia...
Dark_Brother, may you rest in peace. Chapter 01 Blue lights. . . A whirring sound. . . I feel a sharp pain in my arm. . . Head is throbbing. . . I can no longer feel my arm. . . Oh no, what have they done with my arm? A pink shadow bends over me. Eyes. . . Such big eyes. . . Sweat sheets down my face as I sit upright in bed, terror filling my mind and tho...