If you are reading this and you haven't read its predecessor, "BOOT CAMP", you really should. All characters are the property of Moxy Irish. * * * * * I. Recruit Emma Castille had won the game. Her male opponent had beaten her at the contests of strength, but she had outshined him in the contests involving stamina, intellect, and beating her own best ti...
Jenny gasped and panted as I pierced her, sheathing my manhood deep within her slender form. She was pressed against the shower wall, her long ears hanging down over her face from the weight of the water. Her parted lips drew me in and I joined them with mine. My hand slipped down her smooth thigh and I lifted her leg, granting me an angle with more room to...
Friday, October 30. 9:30ish. I say "9:30ish", but really I knew it was 9:23 pm, just like it was the last time I pushed back the gauntlet on my glove to check my watch. The TV above the bar said 9:27. God – David was such a flake. I nursed the ice-water remainders in the tumbler on the bartop before me. It was the last of my third, which was really more th...
This is the follow up to Becky's Marine. I've received much feedback concerning the series and many requests for it to continue. This is the beginning of that continuation. Thank you all for your support. This is a series mainly centered on Marines on deployment. There might be some not so PC things said here (and definitely in part 2). Please do not take o...
*Giving can make you richer while keeping leaves you only with what you have* (Frontma, you are the best as always) (Yes, this tale is supposed to be somewhat humorous and outrageous too. While not always comedic I'd like to think it is mostly a good-natured romp.) * Before we departed Rio raced back to the room to make some last minute adjustments to h...
Yeah, so maybe I'm not the most reliable person to tell this story. There was a time that I was. I used to be a good girl. I had perfect attendance from kindergarten through seventh grade, when I had to take a day off to go to an orthodontist. I was nice and polite and reliable and bookish and quiet, a real hit with parents: I was the one my folks would tro...
Just a quick note for the readers I am not a tattoo artist any more than a Greek Mythologist. This is a work of fiction and any miss steps in the way things really work are because of these facts. None of the people in this piece are real; any reference to the real world is purely coincidental. Enjoy "You can do this." Ishara said to herself in the mirror....
"First, there was a Fire -- an endless fire that burned and cracked. But then the fire sparked and from that spark sprang the Sun and he stood above the Fire, shining and perfect and golden. But the Sun saw the fire would, one day, burn to nothing but empty ash. And so, Sun reached in and found the most beautiful of the coals. He polished each and found a ge...
I am sorry this took longer to finish than expected. This began at forty pages and is now over eighty. A few specific passages didn't work for me and it took a while to break them down and rewrite them with more detail and I feel a better flow to them. Just a word with everything that is going on. Be safe, take care of yourselves, and I wish you health and...
Note: This story is a continuation of an earlier story ("Like Father, Like Daughter") that I published with my old account (Sneaky_Lola). However, I forgot my old Literotica password, so I had to create a new account. Hence, sneaky_lola2. This story takes place after the events of "Like Father, Like Daughter," as is intended to be read afterwards, as there a...