Sarah's eyes were closed but the room was still clear in her mind. She had been there seven times before. The parlour was small but reputable. It was fronted by large glass windows and with brick walls inside hidden behind reams of white paper holding black tattoo templates. In the back was a cushioned table where she now lay. Her jeans were pulled down low...
Cindy's crying but it ain't no use, She's got a habit and she can't get loose. - Tom Paxton * There is inside the most innocent of us, a darkness that we are reluctant to admit to. Each of us is like a coin, double sided, or maybe like a jewel, where only certain parts catch the light and are visible, not only to others, but often to ourselves. The remain...
A/N: Hello there. While this is hardly my first time delving into writing erotic literature or any other type of literature for that matter, I fear after a long break I became rusty, so observation is encouraged and cherished. This is probably a part of a series, although I have yet to decide on writing further. Please enjoy and don't forget to leave me your...
A tall woman of brown hair nibbled at the thin line of flesh cutting across the perfectly shaped scrotum, desperate to receive the blessing of warm sustenance from the young god with short-cropped blond hair and flawless chiseled physique. But the deity, whose golden skin was bathed with tiny pearls of glistening sweat, could not be swayed so easily. Eyes cl...
Things took a turn in the summer before her senior year, Tracey's parents moved from Florida. Her father had once again caught her mother in a car banging some stranger. It was something that happened more than once and rather than dealing with the problem, they moved away. The grandparents had a greenhouse business in Indiana. Her younger sisters and brothe...
I have stopped in at the local nightclub, Celebrations, on a couple of occasions after the new management took over and renamed the club. Before the make over, the joint was a sports bar named Barnaby's. The new owners must have thought that renaming the club would bring in a more diverse crowd. It brought in a younger crowd, if that's an improvement. The...
It was a week before Diane returned to work; Joe had insisted she take more time off, but she told him she had to work, even if it was just serving drinks from behind the bar, which is what she was doing. The stitches that her sister Carla had put in, after swearing and cursing her for not going to a hospital, still pulled, but not enough to give Diane too m...
I can never figure out why I still come here. Yvonne's has got to be the last place I should come to when I'm bored. I'm still not sure whether to call this place a hole-in-the-wall club or hole-in-the-wall bar or a combination of both but I do know one thing; this place has great music…despite the smoke. I can't stand the smoke. Being a non-smoker it...
A tale suggested in Lit. C by a fellow author in the UK who PM'd me and suggested the idea in which I have reversed one of the genders. ***** Wicksteed's Christmas at Home. "Don't do that lads, she'll be upset," cautioned Moira with a resigned, roll eyed sigh, from the dingy kitchen, preparing a Christmas free range chicken provided free by a local charit...
Standing at the mirror, Sandy brushed back the stray hair from her face. Then she stepped closer and frowned at the reflection looking back at her. When did the wrinkles appear? Had they always been so deep? Her friends told her she could pass for 40, but she knew they were just being nice. The mirror didn't lie, and it was telling her she looked every one o...