Categories: Consensual, Group, Anal, Toys, Love, Violence, Hospital scenes. ***** 50a. It is mid-August, the big gates open and a young man walks through them and the gates close behind him, he didn't look back. He's wearing a loose black hoody, baggy jogging pants, trainers and carries a sports type bag. He takes a deep breath and slowly exhales, then he...
*According to statistics (which may be underreported), some 20 veterans PER DAY commit suicide due to PTSD. I decided to write this story after learning that a second Marine I served with took his own life over the holidays. I've never even been depressed, so I can't begin to imagine how awful it is to be a prisoner of one's own mind due to memories one can'...
For more background and information on the characters in this story, please read the following: What Mother-in-Law Wants Badge of Betrayal Clarissa Gets Served *WARNING* The characters and events in this story are fictional. There is frank discussion in this story about sexual abuse and rape, some of which may be discomforting. While not described in...
Just a few points: firstly this story is written in British-English so the spelling and grammar may well differ from that of the particular dialect in which you were educated. Secondly it contains descriptions of shemale-shemale sex and anal sex... If these are not to your taste then read no further. Thirdly it is a story and nothing here is real, it's al...
04 BRYAN & CARLA RECONNECT MORNING GLORY "Oh my gosh, Carla, I can't think of any better way to wake up to than with you sucking me off. But do we really have the time for this?" "Mmm," Carla said, removing her mouth to respond and replacing her lip and tongue action seamlessly, using her hand to squeeze and pump him. He groaned again, opening one eye,...
May 7th Sara Wood lived in darkest shadowlands, and she kept to her shadows -- lived to blend in, to disappear; if caught in light of day, she simply faded away into the pale warrens of the city. Sara Wood was an expert in the fine art of disappearance, of camouflage, of falling through cracks in the few systems left to deal with girls of her sort: homeless...
Author's Note: After three months of trying to find an editor or get some feedback, I'm giving up and will just post my story and see if I can get any feedback to help it out. It's my first attempt at writing a story and I know it needs work, so please be kind. Any helpful feedback is appreciated. ***** Chapter 1 With the last pass over my lips with a...
To the readers: This story has become a longer saga than I ever intended it to be when I first conceived it. In this penultimate chapter, Jamie finds that his (and his alter ego Jill's) new-found freedom to date around after breaking up the Anna, is coming at a cost. Thank you all for sticking with this story. The next chapter, Chapter Four, will offer some...
Here is your word of warning. There is a cuckold in this story, whether or not he remains one plays out as the story goes on. If you read the description, you can already guess where this one is headed. Once again Thanks to PapaGus and his deft hand for editing this. ***** The headlights of my Suburban pierce the inky night, leading me back to a place I t...
I posted this story on another site some time ago, but never on Lit. I have been physically unable to do any writing for some time so this is all I can do right now. It's a long story but I'd rather give it to you all at once. Personally, I hate multi-part stories. I hope you enjoy it. * * * * * Chapter 1- Carmine The whistle blew as I stood up from my r...