"A penny for your thoughts? The cat got your tongue? What's wrong Betty? You look so troubled, depressed, and angry. You look like you lost your best friend. Did your dog die? Why would someone as beautiful as you look so glum?" Every man realized it and commented on it, yet no man took the time to truly question it. Her beauty made them forget whatever els...
Everything was dark. Ominous. Just the way he liked it. He watched her as she stood at the glass backdoor and peered out into the gloomy darkness. The rain was unrelenting, beating against the house ferociously. He knew she could not make anything out in the gloom beyond the door, the wind howling and swirling. He could tell by her demeanor that a heavy...
Author's note: Some parts of this story refer to a previous story of mine - "His Lady in Red." Special thanks to Lit user "Vay" for help with editing. I've struggled with finding the proper category for this story. It is not the beginning of a relationship, but the overcoming of the problem of a stale sex life within a relationship, and the positive outloo...
Welcome to Chapter Five! Before I go on, please remember that Lit.com is an adult orientated site, so if you're not 18 or older, vamoose. I got inspiration to write this chapter while reading a story by "impressive". While Impressive's writing style isn't my favorite, this individual writes fairly well. I suggest that you go read! I have been realizing th...
'Christmas is a time for togetherness and compassion. It's not a time to be on your own, not if you have a choice.' That was what my wife Julie had written in her letter to me, and I couldn't disagree; which made it even more of a kick in the guts that this Christmas she was going to be over 3,000 miles away, in fucking Afghanistan. I didn't agree with Brit...
Delilah hung up the phone and giggled like a schoolgirl. She clapped her hands and rubbed them together as her mind began to plot and plan what fun she would be having in the very near future. Karen was coming to visit. It had been so long since the two of them had been able to spend any real time together. They were best friends growing up, and roommates af...
Back in the kitchen, Bobby was steaming. He pounced before Dean was fully in the room, slinging the discarded Henley at his chest. "I can think of only two reasons you let her slide without passing the smell test, and they both start with Double-D." "Jesus, Bobby. She was hurt in the line of work. It was a professional courtesy." "Professional courtesy, m...
The Ringley's Discover what Jenni Does for a Living - or - (Daddy's Little Girl) A Satire In One Act Fade up to: A typical "white bread" suburb in the "wilds" of upper middle class any town Pennsylvania. Pan to: A somber tree lined street with identical looking Cape Cods, and Tudor style houses in a cliche of alleged respectability, four car garages, an...
Kirsten glided across her living room to the stereo. She slipped an Indigo Girls cassette into the tape deck, set the volume low, and pressed play. She turned back to me, flipped her long blonde hair back over her shoulder, and sat next to me on the sofa. Instinctively, we wrapped our arms around each other, drawing ourselves together, and letting our mouths...
Lieutenant Silky Rabbit lay in a small and dingy hotel room in Cairo, Egypt. She lay with her shimmering crimson hair pouring across the naked muscular chest of Major James Rock, who was always called 'James' by everyone, except the diminutive and recently well fucked Lt. She had carried him across the border while he was shrunk to 6" tall, one twelfth of h...