I've taken a two year sabbatical from Lit, but have a few new story ideas and a little extra time. Thanks to Nstygrl for her help polishing and editing. It's good to be back. The Style Guy * Uncle Dave is the black sheep of our family. He's in his mid-40s, good looking, but unemployed and a lazy drunk. It surprises me when he attends family functions wi...
Picture in your mind the perfect way to wake up. For each of us, it's different. Some people would like to watch the sun rise in the solitude and serene mountain air of the Grand Tetons. Others want to hear waves crashing on the shore. One of my favourites is to come out of that sleepy haze with a warm, wet sensation of someone's lips or pussy wrapped aro...
The idea from this story came from tapeworm, and it was heavily outlined by demos. I owe nearly everything here to them. -- Parker Marson spent every day after school in the basketball locker room. At Toriville High School, basketball was the most important sport. The games were always packed, the pep rallies were wild, and the basketball players were the...
On the surface the two couples seemed to be too different to have much in common; but, as they say, looks can be deceiving. Darren and Jane on one hand were the quintessential urban family couple. Expressive, vocal, involved, engaged -- the best way to describe them both was "Larger than Life". They coached, managed and volunteered countless hours over the...
Author's note: My uncle Ron died recently. While sifting through his files, I found journal folders marked MY STORY, containing accounts of his life. I have adapted and edited these notes and will post them when I can. These stories include bisexuality, incest, interracial and mature and group sex, etc. All sexual activity depicted here involves persons at l...
Alyssa braced herself for the effort, and then stood up. She cradled her swollen tummy — and the life growing within — taking a moment to rest before heading to the door of her office. She pushed an errant lock of dark brunette hair away from her eyes and gathered up her purse. "Why didn't you wait for me to help you up?" Sarah asked. Her dark-h...
The cries of two people in the throes of passion served as the harmony, while the sound of wet flesh slapping against flesh provided the frantic rhythm. The musky scent of sex and sweat lingered in the air. The woman straddled her legs across the muscular man's waist, riding the large phallus. His cock glistened with her juices in the ambient lighting as it...
Kevin reached for the keycard when his mother handed it to him, and fought the urge to grin. Her guilt trip had been working. After a month of insisting that he had to go on one last family vacation, because he would be going off to college and they were never going to see him, he was ready to cave. If she'd waited until he got home that evening instead of...
Author's Note: This story is completely fictional and did not happen. All characters and names are fictional and were made up. ****************** Las Vegas, Nevada Bright lights blinked and shined down on the stage. An array of different colors flashed from green to red to purple and blue. The dancers on stage shuffled and moved to their articulate choreo...
Jack Bell sat quietly, seemingly lost in thought. This Mariah had gotten under his skin, but not, fortunately, into his heart. There was just something about her that made him uneasy, some quality that raised his hackles just a tiny bit. After a few more moments, he strode to the phone. "Hello, may I speak with Hank Simmons? Tell him it's Jack Bell. Yes, I...