I close the door to Carrie's room and step into the hallway of the women's dormitory. I'm not sure what time it is, but I know it's past curfew. I don't see anyone around so I start walking down the hall to the exit. There was a small party in Carrie's room, but it broke up a while ago and I was left with her and my roommate Ben. Ben and Carrie started mak...
CHAPTER 1 Petra's spell Petra stares from his master's tower window, the highest in the castle as shocks rush through the wooden rafters where mice live. Dust knocks loose from the ceiling framework, catching light off Petra's glowing staff. Staring, crazed, his eyes peer out into the night. A single word slips from his mouth, "Bathemus..." Twenty yard...
Sheila thought about the day she met David on the beach during the summer of 1996. He was beautiful, and from the way he was looking at her that day she knew he thought the same of her. He had on a pair of swim trunks which, for some reason, would cling to everything inside of them when they were wet. Sometimes she thought she had an unfair advantage because...
A few miles into her hike, Cara was aching. It wasn't because the trail was hard, or that she was out of shape. The ache radiated from her between her legs. She was sure her cutoffs had been comfortable last time she'd worn them, but today, they rode up and were pressing hard against her clit with every step. "God damn it," she whispered. The pretty 20-year...
Marcie's head flew up and down over my cock, licking the sides like they were coated in chocolate. Now, there was nothing unusual about Marcie giving me a blow job, nor was there anything unusual about her enjoying it. But there was something more there today. An urgency to her work that raised a flag that something was up. I just sat back and enjoyed the r...
"Shit!" I shouted as the branch broke and I fell backwards towards the stinking slimy mud. I had been trying too hard. Anger had driven me on all morning. Last night we had walked into the youth hostel dripping water from our cagoules. Mary, June and I had signed up for a week of 'conservation' in the hostel's grounds in exchange for free bed and board....
I volunteer at the local high school where I teach music—two hours of bass, guitar, and drums for the aspiring rock stars in the area. It's a way for me to pick up some extra cash and keep both the kids and my own lonely self off the streets during the day. Ms. Lindstrom teaches creative writing at school—a course that is only offered at the end of the day,...
Francesca wiped the smeared makeup from her face, poured herself another double brandy from the mini-bar, collapsed back onto the crisp white sheets of the hotel bed, still in her burgundy silk lingerie, and started to cry again. Just twenty-four hours ago she had had everything: a lovely home, a wonderful husband and the beginnings of a glittering career wi...
A/N: Quick note: Yikes! I guess I'm really not used to Lit's publishing system. I had meant for the first story to be read as "Chapter one", so I thought the tags would be a one time thing so I just summed up how the story was going to go. My bad lol. Though the first batch of comments made me laugh, because they were so angry. Sorry lovelies, I'll do bet...
CHAPTER 3 On Thursday Gwen called publisher Guy Fennell to break off their adulterous relationship. "It's Gwen. Look would it be okay if we were to stop having our Friday you know what?" After a surprised pause Guy answered, "Probably not. What's come up?" "I have a housekeeper and she's so bright I feel she'd be on to me in a flash. She's already dollie...