The first part of our story introduced us to eighteen-year-old Skyler, who wondered if she might not be frigid. None of her relationships with boys or men have given her that sense of giddy excited ness that she sees in all of Syler's friends. Even the sex the auburn-haired teen has had has left her with the feeling something was missing. And then she rando...
Ugh, why do we have to deal with Monday's? Can't we just start on Tuesday? I thought as I sat at my desk, staring at the shit hand that the start of week had dealt me. The company was replacing all of the employee laptops, and it was a rather large undertaking. I had to load our custom software in addition to all of the other programs the various employees u...
Intro I suppose it all started with Bee-Line novels back in the late 1970's and on into the '80's. Back then it was easy enough to stroll into any shop, corner store or bodega and find one or two of these erotic fiction novels hidden amongst the King's and Clancy's on one of those tall, spinning book racks made of thin wire. I was fascinated with these boo...
Summary: In 1970, a black teen turns white racist principal. Note 1: Thanks to NO NAME, who requested this story. Note 2: All characters are at least 18 years old. Note 3: Thanks to Tex Beethoven, and Robert for editing All White School BLACKED Principal Jones sighed. It had only been three weeks since she had, oh so reluctantly, allowed three black gir...
I consider myself to be a cheerful and easy going person by nature, but my god some days just defy anyone's ability to stay jovial. My default setting is happy unless something happens to piss me off, and some days it all just seems to come at once! Sarah, now she's a different matter. Her default setting is slightly grumpy unless something happens to make...
(Author's note: Even as I am writing this story, I still don't have a clue what category it should fit into. Whichever category I choose, several others would be appropriate as well, so forgive me if I don't make the perfect choice.) Norma was nineteen in her final year of high school when the sex witch came to the neighborhood and moved in next door. Of co...
Chapter One (September 1997) The sobbing was coming from room 443; Madhu's room. It just wasn't in Angie's nature to walk on by. Priests and Levites might have been capable of passing on the other side of the halls corridor, but she wasn't. She lightly rapped her knuckles on the door. No response. The sobbing continued. Angie rapped a little harder. 'Ma...
Chapter One Image this! Me, writing a love story . . . no, a goddamned romance!! How crazy is that? As the youngest of three siblings I've always been the least likely to get involved in a love affair. If in need of a likely suspect you'd never need look further than my big sis. Erika has "romance" tattooed on her heart. Six years older, she used to mothe...
We wrote this together over the space of a few weeks; you can only imagine the intensity of the expectation as we each waited for our lover to e-mail her next contribution. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as we enjoyed sharing ourselves. Julia (a.k.a. julie_julia on Lit.) ************************************* Katt wrote: ... kisses you softly...deeply...
I hadn't set out to do it. I had never thought about it or planned such a thing. It just wasn't me, it was not my thing, well it had never been until then. Something must have changed, but was it with me, was it circumstances or what? * I was Acting Head Copy Chief in a big ad agency. Acting, because I was not a full time employee, but a freelancer, as the...