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Click hereShe had been bruised, battered and violated. Yet every instant of anguish had been paid in full in ecstatic pleasure. Before that night she had never imagined such dark pleasures existed. Now her eyes were truly open. There was no going back. But she couldn't linger before the looking glass for long. Searching for her clothes, she found them in a wrinkled heap on the floor.
She dressed in a hurry, knowing that her Papa would be expecting his supper as usual. Surveying the pantry, the dutiful daughter considering what to make. Potatoes, butter, salt pork, - were those parsnips? They must have stowed away in a sack of potatoes. She would never have intentionally bought parsnips because Owen made it well known how much he detested them. He said they made him itch like he'd been beset by a swarm of gad flies.
Looking at the long yellow tubers, Grace's eyes took on the same calculating twinkle as her Papa's. She acted on an idea as soon as it was formed and went about making supper as usual. As she chopped and stirred and boiled it almost felt like any other day except for the occasional shudder of anticipation that shook her. She prepared the meal in a kind of fevered trance. Before she knew it the clock on the mantel was striking noon. Owen would be home any minute. She hummed a merry tune while adding the last touches to Papa's supper; a simmering pot of parsnip soup.
Grace couldn't wait to discover what curious punishment this would earn her.
I’ve been reading Literotica for about three years, and your Grace stories are both in my top five favorite works on the site (and the only ones I’ve written a comment for). Compelling characters, interesting backdrop, phenomenal writing. Can you say re-readable? I like your other works and your writing style in general, but I’d love to see more adventures with Grace. And Troy! Who doesn’t love a bad boy? Thanks for taking the time to write and share this quality work.
That was amazing, as was the further adventures of Grace. Not often reading a story gets me hot and bothered but this one did that and more! Kudo's!
Perhaps you would consider another chloroform story but instead of being out of it, the heroine is still in a sort of hazy state of wakefulness as she loves her virginity?
Or plied with drink or drugs to get her in said state.
Can't wait for more stories by you!!
love seeing some intelligent hot well written stuff on here as high quality stories are few and far between! Whilst the protag secretly wanting/loving it is not my kind of thing, nevertheless this was so well done I really enjoyed it. It also had things that I love - multiple guys one girl, DRUGS etc. especially drugs, lots and lots of them. Woo. I would love to read more from you and hope you'll keep posting here. Possibly even put up some stronger noncon?! Please! Thank you!
So I took my bird down to the local and it was empty. The landlord said : "My what a pretty bird you brought down 'ere." Then to my surprise she answered : "Since it's only the three of us, why don't we put up the closed sign. Then we can make use of our time, that's if you lads can keep it hard !"
Really appreciate good English and you only had one typo, compared to the average of 20 per story.