This story is a spin off of my original story/series (Love Comes Second). It is not in the same genre of stories, but they are related so there may be some places/scenes where the genres overlap. This series will be from the perspectives of the two servants, Luke and Mary. I recommend that you read my previous chapters before this one. ***** Chapter VI L...
There are no underage characters in this story. All characters are over the age of 18-years-old. * Writer shows how to entice readers to read her stories by using mother and son incest. With all the stories posted to Literotica and with all of the stories that I've posted to Literotica, it's still a mystery to me how to get you to read my story? Being tha...
Holly Jenkins was 23. She hadn't gone to college, as neither she nor her parents could afford it, and had been working the same dead-end job working the register at a bookstore since high school. She knew that she was gorgeous, and she had been told—frequently, and often loudly, by strangers in the street—that she had nice tits, but she was too proud to make...
Ch. I: Murder in 33-B Los Angeles, 1957 The moon hung low in the April sky and looked like it could have sweated all that rain. The streetlamps reflected up from the rain puddles lining 16th street in the City of Angels -giving water the edge found in fishnet stockings. Like the steam pouring from the street centers, the steam from the train station was wh...
The hot water cascaded over us as we washed each other in the shower. As I soaped up Kat I marveled at the silky texture of her skin. She looked up at me and we kissed. Her lips were so incredibly soft! As I continued to wash her my hand soaped up her hairless cock and it began to harden. Seeing the glint in her eyes I dropped to me knees and engulfed it in...
CHARLIE "Yeah, we're getting there," Rose sighed, and I could practically see her head shaking despite the fact we were talking on the phone. "I mean, in his defense, it's been a couple of weeks, I've just been tired, not feeling well, so I get it," She continued. "And he's definitely getting gropey." "Ah yes," I laughed, hoping to add some levity to the...
Jason was singing in the shower. His deep toned voice was humming through the walls as he belted out the final note of a song he recently heard on the radio. The smell of his soap had floated through the crack under the bathroom door into the rest of the room filling it with a smell that reminded Caden of the men's cologne department in Macy's. In the mirror...
Dear Shoeblossom: It is so weird writing to you! I'm almost twenty-one, and don't know a whole lot about dominance and submission, except that my stepbrother Ludovic is into it, and I've gotten involved in it with him. Kinda. Ludovic is just the sweetest guy, and he raised me after my stepdad left and my mom was committed to the nuthouse for schizophrenia....
I heard a car door slam outside my house and hurried to the window to look. There it was - Acme Duct Cleaning Services. The magnitude of what I'd set in motion overwhelmed me at that moment and I debated not answering the door. Rude, I know, but there you have it. The call, made in pain and abject misery, seemed sensible at the time, but now... now it seemed...
The Count D'Urberville's strumpets were as requested: a comely pair, scrubbed clean and unencumbered by any kind of underwear. He reclined on the shabby hotel's best furniture, did his best to ignore the drunken cacophony from the bar downstairs, and surveyed the naked rumps revealed by cheekily raised skirts. "You." He prodded one bare buttock with the col...