So, you have your eye on a special lady. The kind that you can see coming before she arrives. The type that sets off plate tectonics by going for a jog. If Monica Villreal was real, she'd turn a shade of green with envy. You want her, and badly. What do you do first? You put on the brakes, Sparky, and you read this. Hopefully, a little advice from someone wh...
The morning light and the knock on the door from housekeeping woke Pat from a drunken sleep. "Come back later," she yelled and rolled over to shield her eyes from the light. She finally opened her eyes to see if she was alone. Her pussy felt unbelievably sore from the large cock pounding she took last night and her thighs were caked with a combination of dr...
**Author's Note: Since I'm only doing 13 chapters these last few are going to be a bit longer though I don't want to make it feel rushed like I did with "The Midsummer Bride". But I wanted to get that story done so I could return focus to "Mark of the Incubus" and finish this properly before summer is over (hopefully). Some of this may get darker as I go for...
Based upon the Sister Nancy pinup by the Pit and the comic "Faith Exchange" written and illustrated by Rabies T Lagomorph. This follows events in the story "Sister Nancy of Coxville County" by SirSinn (found on literotica) and "Sister Nancy of Coxville County 2" by Thickwil (found on my blog). I had to do some rewriting to reconcile the events of the stories...
Sleep with one eye open Gripping your pillow tight Exit light Enter night Take my hand We're off to Never Never-land Enter Sandman, Lyrics by James Hetfield JENNIFER Can't... breathe! I hurled myself upwards in bed, yanking in deep lungs full of air through my mouth. My sinuses and head felt twenty pounds heavier and pain was thundering through my s...
The life of a Lebanese-born Canadian Christian woman married to a Haitian-American pagan doesn't sound like the easiest existence in the world, does it? My name is Antonia Abdirahman and I was born in the town of Hermel, Republic of Lebanon, and raised in the City of Montreal, Quebec. My family left the Republic of Lebanon in 1977, three years after I was bo...
Outspoken feminist. Proud lesbian. Women's issues author. Staunch liberal. Title IX supporter. Women's rugby coach. Odd are the paths that led me to Allah, my brothers and sisters. My Christian name was Meredith Janet Hawthorne. My friends called me M.J. Recently I changed my name to Fatuma Al-Shabar. Changing my name to fully reflect my Muslim identity. I a...
It seems as though I have been trying to get in your pants forever. And all you do every time I get close is rebuff me. It was a Tuesday night and we were in the movies – my arm across your shoulder – feeling the soft bulge of the side of your magnificent breast. Glancing sidewise, I could see down your cleavage – it was a deep and forbidden valley – deep e...
Sorry! I've been away for a while. Events and such, aka - life, took an unexpected turn. Fortunately, in a nice way. ***** Events that seemed out of my control compelled me to deeper analysis. Starring out over the winter scene from my snow covered deck made me realize that if I didn't take an action, I'd get swept up with the gathering storm. The neighbo...
Final Ladybug wiped her eyes; post battle teleports always made her tear up. The three Judges, additional staff from Central Bank, her guild mates and various others she didn't recognize where in the great hall. Her battle avatar was the first to run up to her and give her a great big hug. The only person missing was Queen Bitch. Before she could be attacke...