This is a quick read. I hope you have as much fun reading it as I did writing it. This story is entered in the April Fools Day contest. Please vote. 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 resemblan...
This story is humbly dedicated to Lucian. Two millenia ago, he wrote a tale of Ancient Egypt we know today as 'The Sorcerer's Apprentice.' "Oh, darling. Not tonight. I'm so tired." Belinda smiled sleepily at her husband. Once again, his fingers had been roving over her body in an obvious attempt to initiate sex. Now those fingers stopped and withdrew. Simon...
Note: This is the first of a series of shorts centering around Haze. A strange city shrouded by mists, and inhabited by stranger residents still. To walk into it is to walk into another world. A fairy land of cement and steel and gothic gabled shops. Of dance and drink and predators who prey on the unwary. The weak willed. The submissive. Enjoy. oOo Enter...
"Was that the night I met your family for the first time?" asked Harry, scratching his chin thoughtfully with his fingers. "Don't play dumb with me, Harry. You know very well that's what I meant," shot back an angered Angelina. "It was just a couple weeks after our wonderful romantic time together over Christmas break. After 18 months of slinking around, I...
Mistress Ursula sat in her high backed throne. As usual she looked aloof, serene, confident, perfect. She was wearing black patent leather knee-high boots with polished steel 5-inch spike heels. A close observer would have detected a slight discolouration near the tip of those heels. Clearly the slave had inadequately washed his own blood from them with his...
The best thing about the neighbor's pool wasn't that it was the biggest on the block or that it had a brand new heating system, but that Barbara Hamilton owned it. Now that summer had come and her husband had gone, it was time for Barbara to make the most of the warm weather. She lay face down, sunbathing on her raft. Thirty feet away, a shutter clicked. St...
Tonight, I Shall Be Called Scarlett I have not written a specifically fetish-driven story since 'The Third Time', my first ever publication on Lit a few years ago. In that time I have been trying to get back to the genre to scratch a few itches I have built up over the years. After trying and failing a few times, this one popped up almost unbidden as I st...
She hadn’t intended to try out her new toys so soon. She still couldn’t believe how much she had spent at that sex party - she had bought things she had never even seen before, purchased so much from the persuasive sales girl that she was given free gifts - and part of her regretted it. After all, there were more appropriate things to spend her money on than...
This is a sequel to my Office Hours series, continuing the story of Dr. Michaels and her younger boyfriend/slaveboy Jason. It isn't entirely necessary to read the first series to get into this one, but I of course highly recommend it. This time around, the narrative is also heavily about Michaels' and Jason's friend, Lindsay, and her own quest for love....
Smoking is hot. There, I said it. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry for this view, I really am. I certainly mean no disrespect to those whose lives have been adversely affected by smoking; and believe me the sight of my sixty-year old aunt sucking back Merits in a housedress does absolutely nothing for me. Like poor Pavlov's dogs, I've acquired quite the reflex; th...