White Buddha: Portrait of an ESL Teacher in China "Melvin..." "Where was he from?" "Portland, Oregon." "That's weird." "It's a weird place..." "But he hated Portland, like, really, really hated Portland, always shitted on its hipsters, and politically correct, passive aggressive people..." "He certainly was not passive aggressive." "Wasn't he...
Finding Mistress Arlene soppingwetpanties This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, merchandise, companies, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are 18 y...
(c ) Daniel Quentin Steele 2012 It's been awhile, but it's good to be back on LIT. This is a departure from anything I've done on this site. I hope that readers will enjoy it. This is a stand-alone story, although part of the First Coast series I've been telling over the last two and a half years. There are a couple of connections to another well known seri...
By the time November rolled around, Jamie's life in Tuscany had settled into a nice routine. He'd get up in the morning and, depending on where he had spent the night, he'd either have breakfast with his family, or he'd have sex with the Rossi women and then have breakfast. After that, he'd go to the shop and get to work with Aldo. Aldo kept nagging him abou...
Winston Bramblenook was your typical milquetoast. A seller of high quality, leather bound literary classics, his daily door to door grind rarely netted him any big sales. From month to month, his meager commission and almost as miniscule hourly wage were barely enough to pay his rent and the few small bills he accrued. His personal life was in even worse sha...
CHAPTER 19 GWEETO ROSELLI SPEAKS FROM THE GRAVE: The Morning was bright and cheery. I opened my eyes to see Beverly who was scrambling under the covers of our bed. I lay on my back making believe that I was still asleep. I could feel her big tits rub across my left leg as she positioned herself between my legs. We had fallen asleep while still in the nude a...
Chapter 1 "Make love to me," Beth instructed Allan as his tongue expertly explored her most personal parts. She always loved Allan's cunnilingus and he had special ways of arousing her. He'd earlier aroused her by a slow gentle massage with some aromatherapy oils of Clary Sage and Ylang Ylang and some music on in the back ground. Allan crawled up her body a...
(WMD = Winter Men's Dilemma; My own irreverent spin on the BBC mythology) *Editing magic performed by KJ24 and Shyqash, plus contributions by the regular gang of brigands and neer-do-wells* *This story is NOT TO BE TAKEN SERIOUSLY!* Vlad: "You actually expect me to believe my Father, Brothers and I have the genetic capability to addict every woman we hav...
Disclaimer and Warning THIS IS AN ADULT THEMED PARODY OF DC COMICS CHARACTERS!!! This story contains sexually explicit material and situations between consenting adults. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, are under the age of 18, or it is illegal in your part of the world, PLEASE bypass this story for one more suited to you. All the chara...
Cheyenne Sat quietly in the window as the snow glistened the ground remembering the day this all started........ The year is 1972 Cheyenne and Hank Thompson pulled their car up in front of what appeared to be a normal looking house set in a quiet neighborhood, they were not prepared for what was waiting for them on the other side of the door. An elderly lad...