Ch. 1--The Manhunt I've enjoyed writing the "westerns" I've been posting lately but feel it's time to branch off into a different type of story. For at least a few postings. You may tire of this statement but constructive comments, critiques, and emails are requested and appreciated; as usual. If you've read my stories you know there are no descriptive...
The music at Shark's was pumping, a solid bass line that had every booty (or boo-tay for those aZiaNS trying to speak Ebonics) shaking and sending ripples of flesh into luxurious belly-dancer motions. Ever since I'd turned 21, this club had become my favorite hangout, and invariably I would be found her on a Friday night. The music was good, the accommodatio...
This is my submission to the Valentine's Day contest, and the first piece of writing I've ever completed since college. There are hockey elements to it, and some parts that may be considered corny, but it's romance, right? Sometimes it's cheesy. Enjoy! * Casey removed her hat and shook the snowflakes from her strawberry blonde curls as she stepped into t...
Special thanks to editors DaneW and kasmith05. ***** It was a peculiar dilemma. I wanted so badly to see and move, but all I could do was sit and wait. My hands were bound behind me around the back of a wooden dining chair. The restraints were smooth and sheer: a feminine scarf made to keep hair, not wrists, in place. A thicker black scarf looped around my...
Buck was resting on the couch with his wife of 20 years, Elaine, a fire roaring in the fireplace, their kids, now teenagers and one with a car, still out with friends at the movies on a snowy Christmas Eve. They didn't expect the kids back for another couple of hours, being just after 9pm, and were enjoying a couple of cocktails before they would head back t...
This is a fictional account with everyone over eighteen. I'm looking for a new editor and efforts through LIT have not yield success. If you would like to help me edit my stories please contact me through LIT. Thanks. BW * I saw the Buick Regal in front of me and realized it might be Anna. I certainly hope so as I hadn't talked to my gorgeous neighbor in...
First off, I have to tell you I love Angela. Honest to God, I really do. I've told her this a million times. And I kind of understand her outrage and why she's doing what she's doing. I wish she wouldn't but I can understand it. God, I wish she would stop and be mine again. Okay, maybe that's not the best place to start. Maybe the beginning would work bett...
Danielle stood in front of the third floor apartment door, trying to muster up the courage to knock. She had been here for almost two minutes, psyching herself up, confident in her outfit and overall look, but anxious about her demeanor and what might happen once she got inside. This is a story co-authored by myself and Brittni4u, who is one of my favorite...
Some nights, the RA had a hangover and singing anything above the level of wait'll you see my dick was out of the question. On those nights, you sucked it up and turned to more obscure college entertainment, like drinking and party games. "My turn?" Beca asked, before taking her obligatory shot. "Dare." Aubrey smiled at her, always loving to turn the scr...
If you looked up in the dictionary the words geek or wimp, you would probably see my picture listed. However, if you looked up the words loyal, intelligent, faithful, loving and caring, you'd probably see my picture there also. So, I may not be the most aggressive person on the earth, but you couldn't find a more loyal or carrying friend or companion. That i...