"The Lord is my Shepherd; I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures:" His pale hands easily slid bullet by bullet into the ammo clip. The scratches on his knuckles were a mixture of both new and aged wounds. Oddly, his finger nails had been kept both trimmed and clean. Deftly, those finger tips finished their task and with a swift motion...
Author's Notes: 'Trail of Promise' is my contribution to the Literotica Writers Go West event. All characters engaging in sexual relationships or activities are 18 years old or older. ******** Trail of Promise ******** Chapter 1 For weary travelers, Jennerville must have seemed like an oasis of ease and relief. It was just west of the continental divi...
The ocean glimmers in a myriad of soft reflective pastels as the tiny sounds it intimately holds are engulfed completely by the more robust waves reminding the shoreline that nothing is truly solid forever. The nautical conglomerate, so easily swayed by the pull of the moon and the warmth of prevailing winds, redefines itself, and all it's contents, with eve...
READER ALERTS... without giving the whole story up let me just explain that this story could go into at least 7 categories; Interracial, Fetish, Loving Wives, Mature, Exhibitionist, Anal, Erotic Couplings. It's a sequel to "Daughter of the Pastor" and the sequel to that one with the tag "Mother" added to that one. Please look at the story tags attached to...
6 - Marriage Upon arriving at the Vegas airport at midnight, Ann and I, along with Ann's college son, Kevin and my college daughter, Ginny, took a cab to the Bellagio Hotel, where we quickly left our bags in the two queen size beds in our room. The women thought of touching up their hair until they realized they were too aroused, it would take so long, only...
The white man walked into the building, saw the light of the confessional box turned green and decided to approach it, knowing no one would be inside. It was late in the evening, about a quarter past eight. He should have been home by now. Matter of fact, that was where he was enroute to when he'd decided to stop by here and make bare his soul to someone who...
Jonathan woke early, well before the sun rose and stoked the fire so it was warm inside the home as Hester and Emma awoke. The two women got dressed, visited the outhouse and returned. Like every morning Emma dutifully greeted her father, "Good morning, Father," she said, giving him a kiss on the cheek. Considering the night before, it as all Jonathan could...
Preacher's wife This happened some time ago in Nashville. I was a single guy in my early 20s, working and doing okay. I had a roommate that wasn't a bad guy, but he had some anger issues and apparently that kept him from having a girlfriend for very long. While I worked a lot. I was also the most active musically at the time in three different bands. One...
"Remember, my friends, the best of you are those who are kind to their wives," Imam Mohammed Abdi said, as he spoke to the brothers and sisters at the Sal Al Din Mosque about proper conduct within relationships. The stocky, bearded and dark-skinned, fifty-something, Somali-born Canadian Muslim preacher was happy to see such a high turnout of believers on a r...
Jonathan returned home, keeping his mission a secret from Hester just like the preacher instructed. Thankful that the preacher had been so willing to hear his story of Emma's sin and open to tell him of Hester's sinfulness in her youth, he thought to himself, "At least I know from whom this sinfulness was sown." He didn't blame his wife, he knew that she now...