Departing from my usual venue, I've decided to write a tale of infidelity, revenge and consequences in several parts. There is a "loving wife," Guinevere, and a betrayed husband, Arthur Pendragon. It's based on legends of King Arthur and on my own historical research. I hope it will appeal to a additional and all types of readers although I suppose my stalke...
Musa, the Spy Who Became Queen Author's Note The persons described in this story were real historical personalities. Many of the events in the story actually took place. However, the following story is still essentially a fiction because no one really knows how the main protagonists actually related to each other. This story attempts to fill the empty spac...
1 Kelly grabs my front door keys from my hand and pushes past in the hallway, scampering up the stairs all excited, and by the time I get up there, to the doorway of my North London flat, she's already dropped her panties – they're lying there on the doormat like some kind of bait. Effective bait, too, they reel me in, my cock already hard as I scoop them...
I feel a little nudge; I am sleeping on my left side while Mark curls up against my back. His right arm is draped along my side, his hand cupping the curve of my bottom. He nudges me again. I can feel the hardness against my arse so I lift my right leg a bit and let him slip in between. Mark lets out a contented sigh as his little one slides along my pussy....
Hey I'm New to Literotica , This is my first time writing so give me a break...lol But all productive criticize is welcomed. Clementine Rose She woke up suddenly; covered in sweat she sat up straight in her bed looked around her dark small bedroom everything was where she had left it and nothing looked out of place. These dreams would be the death of h...
This story talks about sex and religion. There will be some rough sex and elements of BDSM, so if you are looking for romance, this is not the story for you. Also, if you harbor in your heart any thoughts about the sanctity of religion, then please move along, because I will surely offend you. Otherwise, I present to you Part 3 of A Priestess of Isis. ****...
My dad was to be commended to God at St Catherine's - the church where I first took communion; the church I ran away from. I walk in; everyone stares. Some looks are confused; others in wonder; others surprised. I genuflect and sit next to my mother. Jon - my younger brother - sits down in the pew behind us. I turn to shake his hand. Nothing and he looks a...
Britain, 450 After many attacks and wars, a truce was to be made with Romans and a Celtic tribe. It would be made by marriage. A centurion would wed the village leader's daughter. And peace would be made. That bride would be Seren, and she was not pleased. Her father only wanted the best for his people. Romans were only known as cold hearted rutting dogs...
Standing in the bath she allowed the globules of water to form rivulets between her firm breasts and to then cascade down her smooth thighs. She placed one leg over the edge of the bath and while standing astride she leant forward to the towel rail and took the large towel which was warming there and , draping it over her shoulders she completed the step f...
"Isha Cloudberry," the sergeant began, pausing while two of his soldiers hauled the woman to her feet. "Isha Cloudberry, you have confessed to the crime of desertion and must now endure the appropriate punishment. Do you have anything to say?" The woman answered by spitting at his feet, a gobbet of saliva spattering the toe of his left boot. In her loose wh...