This story is part of my Trouble Texas Style series that includes Night Walker's Woman, Tight Fittin' Jeans, One Night Stand, and Ready to Run. It will be appreciated more when reading in context with those. ***TRIGGER WARNING*** This story deals with the life-long after-effects of rape. Both the heroine and hero are rape survivors. There will be brief fl...
(Disclaimer: This is a fantasy. Names and places are used in a fictional manner and are not meant to represent actual persons or establishments.) Britt Nicole: The Christian Cocksucker She had received a few offers over the years--ever since it became common knowledge around her hometown that she would do just about anything for money--but she had always...
"I wear the Hijab, and I also take dicks in every hole I've got, what I do with my body is my business, old man, deal with it," Afaf Abdelaziz said with a smirk, and she licked her lips and looked defiantly at the short little preacher, and with that, she walked out of the community center. With her head held high, Afaf made her way down the hill, and for th...
There's a crack in the sidewalk by my toe. Bright, hurtful light from the passing cars flows along the street like iridescent liquid, filling the crack with its brilliance briefly before moving on. It moves on and leaves me in the soft, candy-apple glow of the signs. The pretty signs make me pretty too; all electric blue and red... A man wearing a suit tha...
The chronological order of my stories is now 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 used only for the literary purposes...
"Aaargh! What's that?" cried my wife on our wedding night. Her hand had accidentally brushed against my erection, which in those days was fairly impressive. We were naked together in bed for the first time, with the light off because she would have been too embarrassed for us to see one another's bodies. That question was the last thing I was expecting, and...
Sitting at his kitchen table, the contents of the following Sunday's sermon slowly coming together on the legal pad in front of him, Pastor Calvin Grady was lost in his creative muse when he was visibly jarred back to reality by the sound of the doorbell. Pushing his burly body away from the table after placing a bookmark inside his trusty Bible, Calvin lum...
Harry's Notes: No matter how this story began or the time it took simmering and chilling from then to now, I've concluded there must be peace within us to accomplish any worthwhile objective, something only you can determine. Follow your own path my friend and be still. ***** Graveside: Lizzie felt silly in heels and a dress trying to wield a shovel and s...
The 'Cory Cofield' Rose saw when he opened the door was a far cry from the one she'd last seen when she and her Husband had kicked him out of their house after finding pot on him when he was 16. Rail thin, without a hint of the baby fat he once had, Cory was a shade over 6 foot 3. Hard living had also taken it's toll. Even though he was only 20, any ration...
NOTE: This is part of a multi-chapter story of which there are forty chapters plus an epilogue. An uncompleted version of this story appeared here at Literotica a few years ago in case it looks familiar to you. The story has been revised and completed. Chapters 37 - 40 and the epilogue are all new material. When the girls arrived home, Richard could hear t...