This is the fifth and final episode of the "Dressed for Disaster" saga about a man who escapes from the World Trade Center, fakes his death, and falls into the hands of a mad scientist, who transforms him into a woman. Anne Summers had always thought that Christmas would be the worst time. The death of her husband Patrick the preceding September had been s...
(But It Depends on the Gifts) 1 Following the Virgin Whirlwind in Spain and the Double in the Canaries, I tried Mallorca the following year. This time the linguistic dimension was less in evidence, though I was dealing with another, this time young, novice. I'm not sure that term was used in 1997, but I was stalked, or, given the build of the stalker, 'st...
Please don't reproduce this copyrighted work without written permission. ________ My personal thanks to Bernard Lyons, my dear friend in Dublin, Ireland who once again has provided his generous and timely editorial insight. Thanks B! ________ Of course all the actors in this script are of legal age. ________ It was mid-morning on a lazy Saturday in Sep...
Hi Litsters, Wow, full time jobs really take time out of your day, don't they? This is the first miserable bit of literature I've managed to eke out since I joined the ranks of the gainfully employed. I hope you like it. Please let me know your opinion of the story in the form of votes and comments. Private email feedback is also welcome. The band mentione...
I was asleep one night. Just broken up with my long time girlfriend. Alone in my apartment, in the dark. I had locked the front door, and my bedroom door, and that was that. I wasn't asleep long before I felt my shoulder being shaken. I didn't care at first, I was still used to Sara waking me up every so often. When I finally did wake up I was scared. I reme...
Yana Nazarian is a women who has always courted controversy, it's in her DNA, it's what maker her, who she is. Although the dark-haired, light-skinned and raven beauty is in her forties, she has the mind, body and soul of someone half her age. Most of her male students would describe her as a MILF, but it's been a while since she has taken any male student t...
Author's Note: As the title suggests, this story picks up from A Date With The Devil. It also includes a degree of male/female sex and unholy acts, which some people may find disturbing. ***** Chapter Nine (Saturday 5th June 2010) Mary Rose had sailed through her Friday evening function with great aplomb. Well, visibly she had. None of the other attende...
Hello! This is my second story, the title is inspired by the song "Latch" by Disclosure (it's a good song, check it out!) I tried and tried to find an editor (emailed about four people from the volunteer list with no reply) so please excuse the technical problems, along with me being an amateur writer. With that being said, if anyone is game, I am looking fo...
A cold rush of air greets me as I open the door and walk through the front door of our two-bedroom apartment. Damn it’s cold in here, I think, its no wonder Susan walks around the place with hard nipples all the time. "Lucy, I’m home," I cry out using my very best Desi Arnez imitation. Moments later she walks in barefoot and wearing her favorite white terry...
It was usual for undergrads to jog during the darkest hours of the night. While one studied at the bench under the bright lights of the corridors, girls or guys in pairs, or in small groups, would slowly pass by, their toned, muscular bodies covered with sheen of sweat. It was a marvelous display of youth, of raw sexual virility – reminiscence of a passionat...