French North Africa 1923 Lady Mary Westlake was looking down at the endless rows of sand dunes. Her 10 year older brother Charles was steering his biplane towards the south. While at first around the coast they had still seen many small villages and oasis and even caravans for hours the landscape had been an empty expanse. Now however they were coming up...
Chapter 1: The Beginning At the age of twenty she started to think of herself as a poor adult rather than a poor orphan, living in a small Russian coal mining town. Her only asset was her hot body and sultry demeanour. She had recently learned that the best way she could get a comfortable life here was to spread legs for the right people. On at least a doze...
Shanna snuggled into her pillow and tried to block the sunlight streaming into her eyes.Slowly her conciousness awakend and she heaved a tiny soft breathy sigh of relief."I'm still here!" she thought.Rolling around to find a cool spot in the bed, she threw off her covers and was shocked to find that she only wore a white baby-tee shirt and her white cotton p...
Hannah made the sign of the cross and said," Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It has been three months since my last confession. These are my sins: I have lied to my teacher. I use filthy language. I have missed mass. I committed f-fornication a lot of times in these months. I am sorry, I just cannot stop having sex, Father. It feels so good. Oh, I shoul...
Author's note: A number of people have asked me about Maria Torres, Harry Dick's Secretary. So, I've written a little something to give you an idea. Enjoy. * So, I'm minding my own business last Christmas making a nice little movie in Nevada called "Maria Gets Boned" with some really great actors and what happens? POOF! Suddenly I find myself behind a desk...
This is my first ever story submission so it's bound to have a lot of mistakes. But I welcome constructive criticism. I've been reading literotica for nearly 10 years now and I thought of giving life to my fantasies by making them stories here so that other like minded readers can hopefully read and indulge in them with me. This is a fantasy I've had for qu...
If you youngsters can stand one more tale from an old dried up hippy about his adventures in the sixties, I'll tell you one of mine. I guess technically you couldn't call me a hippy cause I had a job and I owned some property. Now some people wouldn't call growing marijuana a job but I did. When my grandpa died I was the only one left in our family, you kno...
It never ceases to amaze me, the amount of things that mortals get wrong about my kind. For example, here's the one that irks me the most. Fallen Angels and demons aren't at all the same thing. When I fell from Heaven, it was because, like many of my brothers and sisters, I got fed up with Our Father's favoritism toward the talking monkeys He recently create...
For Information Only...Not part of the story line. I have included some of my notes regarding "which female is she" in the story. Not all the women gets a Guernsey as some will never be considered for the experience with John. Others included at the bottom might, or might not, get their opportunity at a later date. There are some who have not yet made an ap...
Thanks to everyone who reads and rates each chapter of this story! I'm requesting comments, because this is my first attempt at a novel and my second attempt at writing fiction. Both positive and politely phrased criticisms are welcome. "...Women are no more cowards on whole than men. You fight battles, we bear babes. My lot is as bloody and painful and...