"Goddamnit. Is that Stacy?" I thought to myself. "Fuck, it is." The last person I wanted to see that night was Stacy Knopf. She was a self-styled mid-western punk-girl of the suburbs, who I absolutely loathed. We shared two different classes this semester, and she was equally annoying in both. I could not fathom who would ever want to hang out with her, b...
Patty looked absolutely delectable and I told her so. Her black dress enveloped her sensuously rounded figure her plunging neckline dropping from her shoulders to a demure amount of cleavage. Her legs were covered by black, silky stockings, her feet resting in black, stiletto pumps. Her make-up was reserved, her blue eyes peering out of black mascaraed la...
I know I took this down a few months ago but I've been working on the chapters to straighten out as much of the bs that I can. The Hunters are almost relatives to me and I would like to keep them as pure as possible. Anyway, I hope that you will find these chapters a bit easier to read and not quite so pheowy. Thanks and take care! Chapter One The sound of...
The present story follows Penance Days, Ch.0 and Ch.1. For the rules of our game, please read Penance Day Ch.0, for how it all started please read "Siesta for two". Enjoy, and if you like it, please let me know. * I had taken the car to get a few things from the nearby shopping strip. If you see it, you would bet on being in a film on the American heartlan...
(Dear Gentle Lit Readers: As is usually the case, a story is more than just the fantasy of the writer. Thanks as always to Availableslave4u for checking it out and editing it. This story is based on My Barista which was one of the first series of stories I wrote and submitted to Lit. This is not a quick wank story, so unless you like a ton of background, re...
A Beach (Audio) Voyeur I heard them, that first night, before I saw them. Just ten feet away in the beach cottage next door. I had gone out onto the little back deck, beer in hand, to watch the heat lightening play it's magic on the water, the breaking waves. First there were just moans. "Uh-hhh ... Oh-hhhh" I had to listen closely to be sure it was a wo...
Roni sipped her wine and pretended to read and watched Jesse clear away dinner and clean up. He didn't do the dishes because he was her sub. He did them because she was a much better cook. She saw him glance at the wooden case on the coffee table in front of her and smiled to herself. It was beautiful, the wood inlay as well done as the shining metal inside...
Just twenty years old, Lisa was born into a family turmoiled by drama. Her father had several run-ins with law, mainly caused by his excessive drinking and this only fueled his temper at local pubs. After her served several months in prison for manslaughter, young Lisa Michaels learned early in her life, father was not a stable figure. Her mother often worke...
Meeting on the internet made it very easy to go slowly, to really get to know each other. Living only 50 miles apart made meeting in person possible, but still left them with the option of not seeing each other until they were both ready. Neither wanted to be pushed, they both wanted to be sure this time. They were still using their screen names, and the ano...
Day Eight -- Samantha (a) I was slumped back in one of the dining room chairs looking out the doorway into the living room of my apartment in the first light of morning the next day. My nice, clean apartment was now a disaster. Literally a fucking disaster. There were naked people everywhere, and piles of clothes, and spilled drinks and food, and stains fr...