She was the first one I noticed as I entered the cafe. Sitting in a booth by the window she looked up briefly from contemplating her coffee cup. A pale, pretty face, no make-up, vivid blue eyes, that I thought, in that brief moment, may have been crying. A full, but not oversize bosom, emphasised by the short-sleeved blue summer dress she was wearing. Takin...
The phone ringing wakes me, my head pops up looking right at it. When it rings again I move to it, Tony only rolls over as I pick it up. "Hello." I'm sitting on the edge of the bed stretching my legs, a small groan escapes me. "I'm calling for Tony Samson I hope I didn't get the wrong number." An older man's voice says to me. "No you got the right number,...
So here we go, Ingrams & Associates 5. I tried to go a little more adventure with this one. It's also a bit darker than the other stories have been. Strictly speaking, this should probably go into a different area on Lit, but since all the other Ingrams stories are in Loving Wives, and there IS a loving wife in this (actually very loving, which is unus...
Jan Primm leaned against the kitchen counter in her small apartment in San Leandro, California. She sighed and then blew an errant strand of her light brown hair off to the side of her face. She couldn't use her hands because they were occupied holding a screaming Darren Jr., their youngest, who was going through the terrible twos even before he was two. Cou...
The phone ringing wakes me, my head pops up looking right at it. When it rings again I move to it, Tony only rolls over as I pick it up. "Hello." I'm sitting on the edge of the bed stretching my legs, a small groan escapes me. "I'm calling for Tony Samson I hope I didn't get the wrong number." An older man's voice says to me. "No you got the right number,...
I rest my hand on the rope testing the tension. After twenty-four months at sea I can read the feel of the wind through the ropes. Reaching up I wipe spray out my beard as I look up at the sail. One corner is sagging a little. I give the windless a half turn and see it tighten. Satisfied I go back to my seat by the transom. I sit listening to the hiss of t...
Hi, Thanks for all of the great responses to last week's story. It was as much fun to write as most of you seemed to think it was to read. And like a lot of you I still have that song in my head. This week I wanted to do something a little bit different for me. No gimmicks, just a story driven by the characters, and a question. I hope it's not too boring, bu...
Part 1: Jean Sterger copyright 2012 by Darksolid358 This story takes place in Stormbringer's E&I Series. -------------------------------------------------------------- June 2012 Dozens of photographers and fans lined up for the red carpet grand opening of Hidden Closet Chicago. It had been the first fashion/swimwear/lingerie store of CEO Victoria Go...
Justine: FIRST BONDAGE * ONE Justine paused at the door of the shingled Berkeley house--built in the twenties, probably; mature pine trees, slightly unkempt landscaping like all the others on this residential block--ordinary, charmingly seedy. So why was she standing here, sweating slightly, so reluctant to ring the doorbell? Twenty nine, an associate pro...
So let's see, there isn't a fight in this one just continuing the story and plenty of sex in front of a camera. I am going to say voting is nice. Not getting comments on these either besides a lovely gal who wanted me to keep working on these. So for her I continued a little and you are welcome. The rest of you guys can kiss my hiney. :p * Get woken up by...