Author's note: hi, I'm tori. This is a half function half non-fiction relating of how my and my Daddy's life is. If you really like my story I'll do more. Any help or comments are welcome. I'll be more than appreciative. I am very thankful for the editing help and add on to my story by John, one of the very awesome editors here on Lit. Everyone is 18 years o...
Do not reprint without express consent of the author. Do not read if you are under 18. All rights reserved. My name is Mason Youn and I've been investigating my wife Carrie's involvement with an as-yet unidentified other man. My investigation has suffered a couple minor setbacks; my attempt to procure a saliva sample from her for my do-it-yourself DNA tes...
"And that's when I told him to fuck off," Aralynn laughs, her black iPhone up to her pointed ear. The Elf was among a relatively small crowd of other city-dwellers, interesting in descending the stone stairs to the city's rather advanced subway system. "Has he texted you back yet?" Her friend asks, excited to be filled in on the details of Aralynn's love-li...
. . Chapter V . . Gwen whimpered and began to sob as Imogen's hot breath washed over her ear. She felt the full effect of the woman's words, but her body reacted more willingly than her mind was prepared to accept. Her sphincter shuddered and gave out, the water gushing out into the diaper as Gwen wept rather noisily over her pacifier. The liquid was hot.....
Chapter Three - Do Me Willyam's dick twitched at her words, not only from the unexpected crudeness of them but also from their intent. It was an invitation to fuck her tits in an ungentlemanly fashion. The flow of his dick-drool intensified in an instant. However, as ready to fuck her tits as he was, he took his time to do a thorough survey of the horny wo...
I feel the cool air all over me. I'm in his warehouse. It's a huge facility and I'm naked and restrained in the middle of the football field sized room, surrounded by floor to ceiling full shelves of his adult sex toy products. Two other men that stand and watch stare impassionately. One of the men says something to the other man, points to rear end. The bot...
The dress Cassie wore today was a light floral print, fitting snugly at to top to accent her breasts and flaring into a short flouncy skirt that ended just above the middle of her thigh. She braided a loose ponytail into her hair, leaving her smooth brown shoulders bare. It all gave her the look of a delicate, graceful lady - an amusing contrast to how she'd...
Awakening, I become aware of my surroundings slowly. The darkness started to recede. My head hurt, unbelievably so. Breathing hurt since my throat was so, so very sore. I smelled smoke. 'Why am I smelling smoke?' I asked myself. "OH MY GAAWDDDDDDD!" I screamed. Ooh my throat hurts.” The scream died, it was too painful to scream. My eyes popped open, I thras...
Chapter the Second: In which our protagonist overcomes a long held inhibition Antalya scurried in her barefeet out the door of her bedchamber and across the terrazzo of the ancient villa. She found that by holding her head upright and her shoulders back and walking on the balls of her feet, she could move quickly along without letting her earrings betray he...
Genre-buster, or genre-slave? You decide! * I've read them, you've read them. The genre. The visiting aunt who gives enemas to nieces and nephews. Aunt Amy, Aunt Betty, Aunt Carol, Aunt Clem (my favourite) and many others. It is a familiar theme, it seems, and most of them are well-written (I speak as an English major). Why is it the aunt though? It can...