Before you go any farther, I have a confession to make. I don't know exactly why I am writing this. I'm not sure where this is going to go. It was bothering me all last night, these thoughts and ideas that come to light in these words. I've never had a good relationship with my father, yet that is to say that I have never had a relationship at all with my fa...
Prologue Not only was the house in total darkness when he arrived, he found that none of the light switches worked, so the mains must've been shut off or fused at the box in the basement. Using the meagre light from his mobile phone he bounded up the stairs to the master bedroom. He found his wife's ravaged body lying spread-eagled on the bed. She felt cold...
2003 Angus and I had assumed that nothing would come of our application to become foster parents but three months after we applied, we received a phone call and, two hours later, a kid. Rafael was a dark-skinned, orphaned, indigenous thirteen year old. He'd spent the first three years of his life in a town camp in central Australia and the next ten years...
Father Thomas cursed his own existence. He was a man of the cloth, yet filled with doubts about his own sanctity. He did not consider himself to be on par with the other holy men he knew, who seemed so self assured in their faith. He despised his fickle mind as he slowly extinguished the candles at the altar, his duty as the only non achieving priest of Mand...
This is not my first time writing but this is my first time submitting here. This is actually part of a series I am writing for publication so I thought I would try it out here. There is no sex in this submission but there will be soon. I hope you like it and constructive criticism is appreciated. Negative garbage you can keep to yourself. ***** Kiya could...
Note: This is the property of Prolonged_Debut10. Complete information is available at Literotica .com. All persons in this NOVEL are fictitious. There will very little sex, but a great deal of science, in this story. I will take a great deal of Literary License, in respect to speed, and distance traveled. Unless you folks want to go into stasis and read...
My name is Thomas, and I am the son of a slave-owner. We're a well to do family, owning 175 acres of land in Virginia, and we live in a three-story house. I am 21 years old, and my parents are arranging for me to marry one of my Father's friends daughter, who is a snotty, arrogant rich girl named Caroline with blonde hair always kept in tight curls. I never...
Dear Literotica reader, Please forgive spelling mistakes and the like – my spell-checker has decided to take an extended vacation, and I'm afraid you and I must suffer for it. -Riv * * * my hurt inside is fading / this shits gone way too far / all this time i've been waiting / oh i cannot breath anymore / for whats insides awaking / i'm not i'm not...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: The following is a sequel to my story 'Haunted Sex House'. It is a supernatural horror story, with elements of nonconsent, bisexuality, incest, and some character deaths. All characters are 18 or older. ***** Tim walked across the grey concrete plaza, shoulders hunched up, trying to protect himself from the cold late-October wind that swept...
It was a little more than 12 years ago when I first began to hate the Currey family. My father, Kenneth McQuillan, was the 18th richest man in America… but none of that ever really mattered to me. The priceless possessions which surrounded me all of my life never meant anything to me. The only thing we owned that I revered was a very cheap necklace which...