This story is the property of the author. It is not to be changed in any way, nor published or shown at other web sites without the permission of the author. Please provide feedback, if you choose. All comments appreciated. Laura awoke early on this Monday morning. She showered, dressed casually and got ready to meet her friend, Martha Cummings, for break...
Chapter 2 UPS and Downs Sensations ran through her as she slept. Familiar and unfamiliar. All of them more than welcome. Then she heard a voice close by. A male voice, harsh and unwelcome in her little bubble of comfort. Wondering who on earth it was, Sarah jerked awake. "...I'm sorry ma'am but there's nothing I can do. You fled the scene of a crime," the...
This is a story about doctors and nurses, and a few other people. It is a long story, a complicated story and a fucking horny story, even if I do say so myself. It was horny to me writing it and I hope it will be as horny for you reading it. I am planning to present the story to Lit in a series of parts over the next few months, so you will have something t...
The lovely female musicians were all of a similar beauty. They had been chosen by the sultan with the care and vanity of a teamster assembling a match-set of chariot horses. Dark-haired, olive-skinned, large-eyed and full-lipped. Each dressed in flowing white robes, with gold hems. As they played their strings, cymbals, and pipes from their golden shell al...
The first job I had after graduate school was with a graphic design company. By small, I mean there were about twenty people employed and, while it was considered up and coming, the company that hadn't yet solidified its reputation. Anyways, my decision to work there - as opposed to another more established company that had offered me a better pay/benefits p...
I'm coming out of the parking garage into the lobby of my apartment building and I see a good looking girl - well, young woman - standing in front of the elevators. As I come through the door, she turns from the waist up and looks toward me. I guess the sound of the door gets her attention. My immediate thought is, what's Cameron Diaz doing here? Cameron Dia...
Chapter Five -- Stephanie Gets Caught I fucked up big time. The only neutral territory in our home is the kitchen. Stephanie made her own food. "Mom cooks horrid food, how can you eat it?" She had said more than once. It was just rebellion. Steph's macaroni and cheese dinners were gross to look at much less compare to the good food, like soft tacos and home...
Tim It was a toss-up as to which of us was more nervous: Jill, me . . or Millie. I think it was Millie. Millie is a contemporary of mine, a very brilliant woman, a clinical psychologist. For years, she'd been deeply immersed in religious-oriented work until, one day, she came to the conclusion that the philosophies she was involved in seemed to be more fal...
June, 1990 - Val's Pregnancy Story. The lounge at the posh Tennis Club at Wrightsville Beach was virtually empty, except for a group of six women who had been drinking steadily for two hours following their weekly tennis match. ***** Valerie, the wealthiest of the women, had come to understand that her husband had been using her to further his business ca...
Howdy, folks. How are you doing? My name is Patrick John Hadelson. I am a six-foot-two, good-looking ( and I do say so) black man in his early twenties. I'm an Aquarius, and I am also a registered democrat. Oh, and I'm bisexual. Myra, my dear lady knows about it and she's cool, as long as I'm faithful to her. Which I am. She's the love of my life. I live in...