Note from Slickman: I've had a few requests to continue this story so here goes. The first chapter had no intercourse but this one more than makes up for it. No reproducing the story without the permission of the author. * * * * * It was still early in the afternoon as the two couples sat naked laughing about the game they had just played. Not one of them...
(Author's note: This story and "The Bradford Family Saga" were written simultaneously; parallel stories with the same theme. Certain scenes and/or dialogue are common to both.) * * * * * Carol Brady sat on the commode, her nightgown bunched around her waist. Through wide open legs she watched the last drops of her morning piss cling to her silky blonde pus...
The signs were ready and waiting by the front door. I'd taken the better part of the last couple of days on them because I wanted them to be perfect. Now the hard part. Up the stairs, into the master bedroom, rip off the bedclothes, wrestle the mattress off the queen sized bed and half carry, half slide it down the stairs, down the hall, through the front do...
Driving home after the eventful day, Mark felt both elated and confused. Not only had he been unexpectedly finger-fucked to an explosive climax for the first time in his life -- a bizarre event to him -- but also willingly sucked that same black man's cock, seemingly without giving the decision conscious thought. That, plus the emotional session with Dr. And...
Pamela Marie Evans looked up from her laptop, to see her roommate Frankie looking at the screen over her shoulder. Pam wore a white tank top and pink pajama bottoms that set off her golden brown skin, straight black hair slicked back in a tiny bun, sitting at the kitchen counter, laptop open. She coolly said, "Can I help you with anything?" Frankie said, "...
(the first story I posted on Lit, the original Liliane, which was written twenty years ago or so, received a lot of very pertinent comment - the new version is an attempt to do something with it. It got a little longer in the process, I'm afraid.) * The lights were very hot overhead and everyone on the bed was sweating profusely. Lillian didn't really noti...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is 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...
Author's note: Here we go again with a short romance of roughly 15k words. Have fun and please don't forget to vote or even make my day with a comment, be it positive or critical but please be polite. My thanks go to my editors. Stattion for his help to make the storyline consistent and fluent and Joffa for his spelling, grammar and punctuation expertise....
Angel jumped back to Steve's kitchen, whilst he was else-when sorting out Bruce's problems. She was in a pensive mood for a change, although a genius as were all of the British Aristocracy, she wasn't one for deep self-analysis. This business of Steve and pregnancy had shaken her badly, and despite her words to Alison she felt a sense of loss that her 26t...
Part 05: A Slave's Life This is a continuing work of fiction, all names and places are fictional, any relation to any real person or place, real or imagined, is purely accidental. * Sherri woke to the alarm clock's gentle chiming and realized this was her first Monday as Robert's slave. Robert didn't move, and 20 seconds later, it stopped chiming. Sherri...