It started off just like any other day at the office, meetings, files, lunch, more meetings, paperwork, etc… It was nearing 5pm and I was looking forward to getting out of the office and hitting happy hour with some friends. Friday nights were time for relaxation, good friends and good beer. I had one more meeting to go and it was an internal meeting with a...
I recently spent a week in my hometown to take care of some chores my folks needed to have done at their home. On the second day of my visit I dropped in my old stomping grounds for a beer. As soon as I walked in the tavern I saw an old high school buddy; Vince waved me over to the table where he was watching the Blackhawks lose and get knocked out of the pl...
Dear Reader, The fact that you're seeing these words means that I can count you as one of my readers, so let me take this opportunity to say, "Thank You." We writers write because we have to, because the story ideas bounce around in our heads until they begin to coalesce and the characters start talking to each other and finally we've got to get them out of...
In writing for Mormon Chicks stories I get feedback from Mormon women telling me about their affairs. These usually aren't enough to tell a full story. I've decided to take a few from the inbox and put them on the site. ***** PRIVATE FEEDBACK FROM CADEE - December 2012 Hi. All your Mormon Chicks stories seem to come from Utah. I wanted to remind you that...
Vic and Marie had been married 8 years. They had 2 kids together and both worked full time jobs. Both in their mid thirties, they stayed in shape by going to the gym a few times per week and ate healthy. Their sex life was once very robust but was down to 2-3 times per month. It wasn’t that they weren’t attracted to each other. They just were both busy and t...
Kat read the letter yet again: "Kat, Here is your plane ticket. I know it is a long trip and I didn't want you to get bored so I thought it would be a good idea to send along some commands and some stories. The clothes that I sent along with the plane ticket are the ONLY things you will wear. Every hour I want you to read a story and masturbate to it. Do not...
Hey Everyone, So this is the completely edited version of So, I'm Not a Vampire? I decided to post it on lit because I realized not posting my stories really solves nothing. Having them remove one of my stories was the first and only bad thing that's happened to me on lit. Am I angry? Yeah, but life goes on. And plus lit fans are way too awesome to leave....
This is meant to be a short essay aimed at other writers, writers who read, and readers who write (I put myself in this last class.) In it I plan to discuss the evolution of how I vote on other stories and ask how others vote, followed by some comments on comments about my, and other, stories. My aim is to encourage some discussion on these subjects. oooOO...
I should become a spy. I would be good at it too. I mean, I'm short, cute, and sometimes I can pretend I'm very dumb. I'm not at all petite or thin so if they were looking for the next James Bond girl, I wouldn't be it. No one would suspect that I was a spy. I could listen in on conversations and pass on important information to those that needed it. Yes, I...
I have wandered far from the campsite, loud with men reliving their youth with one-up stories and their bored wives shooing children. I have neither one-up stories nor children and seek peace and quiet. After an hour or more of walking the creekside I come to a calm pool created by rocks and a fresh beaver dam. The aspen trees along the bank show the signs o...