For those that commented so nicely on my previous Prequel about Chrissy Thank You. This is the beginning of the story I wrote first. It is quite a long tale and will be slow to edit and tidy but be patient it will come. I hope you will enjoy the story; some chapters are better than others but I hope you will like them all to a degree. As with my other sto...
After dropping off Jamie and Katie at their house, I turned around and drove back towards Lady Desirée's club. She surprised me with all the attention she gave me earlier, especially when she asked permission to lick my cock after I facefucked Katie. Until then, I knew her only as a beautiful, fair skinned redhead who enjoyed dominating other women for fun a...
The story goes back, years ago... I used to be a youngster, slim and full of energy, having a very nice and good looking girlfriend, who now so happens to be my wife. I used to love her, she used to love me, and God has decided to let us be in this stage until nowadays... We have a word here, where I live: A woman fit to be a wife is to be a lady on the s...
Dear readers, this is a rewrite of “Our Epiphany, Our Mission” that I submitted two weeks ago. As a first time author, the responses I received were encouraging and I thank everyone for their effort, particularly tiggertoo, blue88, sawmont, cloacas, rpsuch, kanga40 and wetapap. Many of the comments suggested my previous ending was too abrupt and this rewrite...
I want to give a big thanks to Superguest for his help in editing the series. Without his help these stories wouldn't be as good as they are! * Vicky loved the taste of a wet pussy, especially the tang from when she plunged her tongue as deep as it could go. Eating out her ridiculously sexy genie, Vicky was suddenly regretful that she hadn't eaten her puss...
As if truly seeing myself for the first time, I had an epiphany while staring at myself in the mirror as to why I write. "Why do I write?" I'm Susan Jill Parker, my real name, and I'm a writer. Yet, I'm not just any writer. I don't write non-fiction, something that most writers write. Matter of fact, did you know that 95% of everything published in the wor...
Author's Note: When I first started lurking on Lit years ago there were certain types of LW stories that easily got my hackles up. One of the worst was the cheating wife on her deathbed confessing all her indiscretions to her husband to ease her conscience. Sometimes she'd tell him, but other times she was even more heartless and just wrote him a letter. Thi...
Author's note: all characters are 18 or older. Not a true story but it is original, property of me, OliverPride. Any suggestions please contact me. WARNING: Do not copy this story! Thank you. Enjoy! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ My name is Aaron, I'm 6ft tall and have brown hair, white skin, and the darkest brown eyes anyone's ever seen. It was the summer after senior...
The reception was held in the grand ballroom of the finest hotel in Reston. Judging by the immaculate decorating, Brodie's parents obviously spared no expense. Lit only by what must've been hundreds of candles, only added an element of awe. What wasn't dripping with silk, and accented with crystal and gold was covered with white flowers ranging from roses, o...
'It wasn't always like this. I was part of a majestic matriarchy which resided on a small scenic island. Our tribe basked in the glory of abundant sunlight and natural resources. My role in the society was that of a gatherer. We would scavenge for anything useful after the brave hunters had dealt with threats inside the jungle. Subsequently, we would craft n...