*** One that I've always liked, the original title was "For the Love of the Banshee", but it wouldn't fit in the title field on Lit. once you add the chapter numbers. :( Anyhow, in case you're not aware or might not care, more likely, there is more in common than Gaelic between the Irish and the Scots. They sound different and all of that, but there are som...
Chapter 10 He completed EFT at the top of his class, which was an outcome he hadn't expected as there were several pilots with reserve training and far more flying hours. While the honour was welcome -- it was an independent vindication of his flying ability -- a far more important issue was his posting to a Service Flying Training School. Most British pilo...
Meghann rolled onto her back and savored the remaining taste of her lover's liquid white gold. She licked her lips and sucked the flavor off her tongue while running her hands down her body. She imagined him back inside her, stretching her beyond her most pleasurable limits. She crawled over to her pillows and fell asleep rubbing her battered pussy. Her eye...
"You will start now, by removing all of your clothes and kneeling before her." Xenia continued. "B-but..." I stammered, fully realizing that I'd been had. "Come now, Mike. Don't waste our time with meaningless arguments. Your pathetic little secrets are all out in the open now. We have copies of your e-mail wish essay response. We also videotaped your fir...
Bill thought he was going insane, his sexual life had changed dramatically in the last weeks. He wasn't complaining, far from it. His wife Sue had turned into a sexual woman, after years of being a dull boring wife. She now wanted sex anytime he did, she loved to be fucked and would allow him to fuck her anywhere he desired. Even more amazing, she no...
He always called me Toy. Even in public, it was Toy. That one dismissive syllable defined me. I worried about people hearing and judging, but that was short-lived. It was as if the general public was deaf. He noticed my discomfort, of course. He noticed everything. At first, I just figured he was preternaturally aware. "People hear only what they want to...
Author's note: Hello y'all, and welcome to my new story! I am writing this one for the #NaNoWriMo Challenge -- the National Novel Writing Month, where the challenge is to write a full-length novel (50K+ words) within 30 days. I've never done this before, but I do believe I can make it! :) I'll be posting chapters as I write them; so expect a new one ev...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Special thanks to MastersWench for another kick in the right direction. I can't get credit for Tuesday, as it was written by Scooter months ago. He wanted to share his expertise, giving us the wonderfully descriptive experience at Portmoak. Give him the props he deserves!! And thanks to him for editing. We last left off with Hamish and Gayle...
Chapter 2: Travel Sir holds the car door open for me. I put on my seatbelt, and stare out the window at the sprawling antebellum plantation house that has been my home for the last twelve months. I remember how intimidating it was when I arrived. The scale of it seemed exactly to match my dread and nervousness. But in the morning sun, it looks inviting and...
Chapter 03: The Race After her soothing morning shower Jen walks into the kitchen to raid the fridge and notices a message on her voice mail. She nervously presses the button. "Hey sleepyhead! Are you up yet? It's Crystal. I've got this totally awesome idea for us today. If you want to know more call me back. Talk to ya later girl, bye!" The machine beeps...