Chapter One (Wednesday 16th October 2002) The university surroundings were, to say the least, student-friendly. Most retail outlets within a couple of miles of campus were happy to give discount on sight of a current Students' Union card, regardless of the goods being purchased. Canned curry, carrots, carpets, computers and crayons; they qualified all with...
"Good morning sleepy-heads! We're on our way to ninety-three so get out that suntan lotion." It was not clear to Mattie what came first, the stray bright beam of light though the errant slat in the blind or the DJ's voice screaming once again what the weather would be. She knew she needed to find a new radio station. What she wished for more was a nice soft...
**** This is the second part of this one. It happens very near where I left off the first part. The three people in most of this are a little different - even for me. If you need a hint - or a spoiler, depending on your viewpoint, they're three different kinds of something like a centaur from someplace else - a world where there's been war between two kin...
This is a story that I published years ago on another story repository, under a different pseudonym. Much of the backdrop is historically accurate, though the principal characters are my invention. The influence of Ellis Peters' Brother Cadfael stories is rather obvious. Note that the nun described below is *not* supposed to be the famous English mystic Juli...
AUTHOR NOTE: If you like this hilariously grim little tale, read some of my other equally uninspired fiction: After the Party Daphne's New Life How I Spent My Summer Vacation by Carol Hitchcock A Death, Baked Bob, and the Personal Ad Screwing My Ex They came out in that order, and according to one reader, I got better as I went along, so do yourself a favo...
//Author's Note: This story is part of a small collection of Lesbian stories I'll be uploading this week. This particular one is an edited resubmission of a story that was previously posted on Literotica. Apologies if you've already read this. It is not my intention to trick people into re-reading something. Enjoy!// ***** "...moderate cerebral cont..."...
Chapter One (Thursday 17th October 2002) Heather had spent most of the morning secretly planning ahead. She should have been listening to her lecturers and tutors but, although she attended classes in body, her mind was elsewhere. Memories of last night with Viola featured prominently. Looks-wise the girl was somewhere between Whitney Houston and Naomi Ca...
Hi everyone! If you're just here for the sex, this is a 35K word story and the sex doesn't happen for...quite a while. Head elsewhere if you just want a quick shot of the hot stuff; this story is probably best read as a pulpy western that becomes a meditative romantic melodrama about halfway through. ...I swear I don't do this to piss you off or feel superi...
Word Count: 24,643 *** Every step felt like the spot where her knees would fail. Her heels screamed when they smacked the asphalt, a pain that reverberated in her thighs and chest. Autumn was slipping into winter. The cold bit her nose and turned her eyelashes into daggers. Even so, she kept running. Lap twelve was all momentum so when she reached the...
The story is inspired by something I experienced myself. Working night hours at a classy hotel, I found a pair of sexy red panties hanging on door 146. They smelled wonderful, that mixed smell of feminine perfume and musk. They were still warm when I smelled them, and, fuelled by the mystique, I looked into the matter. A classy business woman had been living...