Long Island Gloryhole Novels & Stories

The last time she had received such a flood from Lafitte it had acted like a cleansing enema that washed all of her bowels free of unwanted deposits. Gloria was playing with Marcy's aroused nipples. She suckled them searching for a taste of the human woman's essence not for any desire of human milk. Before she was selected to be a member of Lafitte's band, Gloria had been a working girl in Mama Leone's house of pleasure in the Quarter. An unexpected pregnancy and an unfortunate loss of the baby at birth had left her with a pair of lactating nipples for more than a few months. The teenaged girl had quickly been drafted for those kinky patrons who had an interest in the pleasure of suckling a

So happy I wanted to cry. I wanted to share the joy with someone right away. But when I thought about it, there was no one. Since becoming Enzo’s mistress, I’d been too ashamed to keep in touch with any old friends. No lover. No family. No friends. That was my reality. That night, Leo drove me back to the Long Island mansion to pack. I wasn’t taking any of the luxury things Enzo had given me—just my own cheap clothes and books. When I got out of the car, Leo handed me a new scarf. “Put this on, senior. The wind’s strong. Call it a gift from me.”

"Ms. Gloria Lynch, Mr. Arnold Sullivan, you're under arrest on suspicion of large-scale fraud, money laundering, and aggravated assault. You'll need to come with us." In the next instant, handcuffs clicked around the wrists of the once-untouchable couple. Mom didn't resist. Instead, she fixed her gaze on Daniel. Her eyes burned with a hatred so fierce that it seemed she wanted to tear him apart with her bare hands. "Look into him! Investigate that monster! He's the one behind all of this!"

But Glory knew that the rate that she was going soon her body wouldn't be able to keep up with her anymore. They were in a hole, and rut and she knew Glory didn't know if they were going to be able to pull this off, that when she thought back to the fight in the woods clearing . That disk that her uncle Rick appeared on was from there compound in Long Beach. Which means that they should be able to call their uncle Rick. With the startling conclusion that Glory had reached she ran out of the shower after soaping up and ran in her room to get change.

The legal argument continues—terms, signatures, deadlines—but they're standing on the wrong battlefield. The deed isn't the objective. The document isn't the trap. The island itself is the vault. And the demolition crew isn't here to destroy it. They're here to extract it. I move into Isla’s personal space, lowering my voice so only she can hear over the wind. "Isla. The drilling rigs." She glances at me, sharp. "What about them?" "They're not demolition. They're extraction." "Extracting what?" I hand her the scope, pointing toward the north face. "Heat signature. Server cooling. Hale built something inside the cliff."

Even the bug fixes matched mine. Something was seriously wrong. That was when a voice, low and sharp, cut right into my ear. "Kelsey, are you snooping through my code?"

"Oh, what a great idea! I can hold on to you and get my hands out of the wind." Two miles farther and we hit a section of road that was being worked on. It was grooved to help the new asphalt grip, when it was poured. We rode over the bumpy surface and Colleen said she was very turned on. The farther I rode the more her comments were about being turned on, about her nipples being hard and wanting me to take her to bed or into the bushes. Two miles after she said she really wanted me to take her into the bushes I saw a road going down to a beach. I took it, hoping there was no one at that beach.