I've started writing a series of accounts about my life in London; mainly true accounts, with just a little embellishing here and there. They're about my sex life to be precise, but then what other type of life is written about on Lit? A biography I suppose, but a short one and an unfinished one. Is it arrogant for a, nearly, twenty one year old to write a...
*** The goddess in this was known to many people by many names. In this chapter, she prefers to be known as Astarte, while many others knew her as Ashtoreth. Same-same, and she had many other names. This story came about partly because of my humorous thought that it must have been a bitch to be someone like that and try to figure out what you were supposed...
AUTHOR'S NOTE ::: This is the love story of Marty and Todd. It also includes several other characters as well as their storylines. This story will be submitted in several parts and is based off the hit soap One Life to Live, yet the "history" has been changed somewhat to suit the purposes of this story. Not all the parts of this story will contain erotic sex...
Chapter One: Young lovers meet the Spirit of Halloween Past SILVERTON, NEVADA: Barbara hurried to her hall locker to trade her algebra book for her economics text; they only had 5 minutes between classes. Her best friend Gina was already there waiting for her. "Well?" Gina asked. "My folks said yes," Barbara answered with a small, wicked smile. "This is g...
Despite being in a strange bed at a nearly-empty hotel, Christmas morning felt truly "right." I could hear the wind whistling past the window, and instinctively knew that virgin snow was falling upon the area. I was warm and cozy underneath the covers. And, most importantly, I was not alone. Megumi slept peacefully in my arms. I held a sleeping goddess,...
Benidorm with my parents! God, hard to imagine a worse idea for two weeks, I thought, as I casually regarded my 5'6" in the mirror of the hotel bedroom, giving a little twirl. My Italian father's ancestry showed in the long jet-black hair and big dark eyes, whilst my mother's high Scottish cheekbones and slim figure combined with my long slim 27 year-old leg...
Striking her most alluring pose, Gwen threw open the door, standing completely naked in the doorway to her apartment. Whether Steve or Green Eyes, he just became a very lucky, and very happy man. "Hi, would you like to buy a-Holy crap!" the teen in a Boy Scouts uniform shouted, his eyes bugging out. "Aw shit!" Gwen hissed and slammed the door. Just once,...
Intro: In part one, Miss Helene Jean Ponsonby, managing director and owner of her family company saw a sign to a mysterious organisation situated next to her offices. She went in to find out what they did, was mistaken for a client, and ended up exposing herself to the receptionist who reciprocated in a mutual masturbation session. She left, not finding out...
I love Dartmoor, I always have. I love its bleak, rugged splendour, its harshness, its bright, clear days, its loneliness, and, oh, everything about it. I'd first fallen in love with the moor when, as a young girl, I spent time there with my grandmother whilst my parents went through their break up. She had a tiny cottage beside one of the narrow little lane...
Caroline woke first, she blinked and looked around as she realised she was not alone, Donna was there with her, warm and naked against her own bare flesh. She kissed Donna's head gently and she mused that having a slave was not at all what she expected, but inn her heart she was absolutely sure that she wanted Donna. She remembered the previous evening, h...