After Fanchon and her graduate student friend, Morse got in the house; Fanchon quickly went and switched on the computer web cam. "What do you think of this, Morse?" Fanchon asked. "This is my Wink's Wanking Web cam! Every night between nine and twelve my friend Theodosius Winkleburger masturbates for three hours in front of the camera, and I get to watch hi...
Dear Shoeblossom I was so angry when I found out Emersyn had taken Barnabas back. "Mistress, he left you. I had to pick up the pieces." I tried so hard not to do a "I told you so" thing. We'd been together for a long time before Emersyn met Barnabas, and then he'd moved in, and since he was younger than I was, and had a fast car, he seemed more "fun." A...
Author's Note: I was very flattered and encouraged by the comments on the first chapter of the story. Thank you for the feedback. This next portion is twice as long as the first chapter. It's juicy on action and characterization, but if you're looking for something more like erotica, and less like literature, you may want to return later. This is intended...
They talk a lot about the blackness of outer space. Yet, you only realize how black it is, when you open your eyes during a dark Earth night. What you notice is that the absence of light appears as a dark gray with a lot of colorful squiggles running across your vision. You open and close your eyes. And, you can't tell the difference. So, like with your eyes...
Hi all! Here is the next chapter of part 3! New to HFHM? I write these posts as chapters, so you should start at Chapter 1 if you want to know what is going on. Returning? Great to see you again! I love the community of readers here at Lit for being so supportive and I plan to keep putting HFHM here as long as you keep encouraging me to write it! Don't fo...
"I'd like to propose a toast, if I may." Ansel Kendrick was tapping on his glass. Ansel's barber was not an uncommon sight on the elevator. No doubt, she had been there today. The edge of his combed gray hair was razor sharp. One button held the coat of his charcoal suit across his trim abdomen. I was loathed to admit that Ansel had charisma to go with the...
Pt. XVIII: Safari Snatch Caitlin, Kim and Sal rode their Harleys from Dyer, Nevada, across the border and into California, heading north. They crossed back into Nevada at Topaz Lake and headed up I-395 to Reno. Right up to the casino-hotel where Thomas Peterson had been murdered they rode. Jack had reserved the other super suite for them. Peterson lost hi...
This year the pixies brought me a tale of a Banshee as my Celtic Halloween story. At least, I think it was a pixie. It is sometimes difficult to keep the various Fay folk of the Emerald Isle in the proper category. In any case this is the story of a captive Banshee and how she is finally freed. As with all my Celtic stories, some of this is historical, some...
Keira was thankful she had room to sit up straight. The cage He had put her in just barely had enough room for her to straighten her back. Her legs were another matter. She could sit with her legs clasped in front of her, she could curl up in a tight,awkward ball on the floor. She had almost forgotten how it felt to stretch her legs. Even when He took her...
Franz Kafka had a great influence on writing and literature in the 20th century. Even today, strange and/or creepy stories are called Kafkaesque. In his novella "Die Verwandlung" (usually translated into English as "Metamorphosis") a man slowly turns into a cockroach. In my version of Metamorphosis, I go one up on Kafka. Not only does a woman totally change...