The next day Kirsty was awakened by a phone call from her brother. He asked her if she would go round to his place and tidy up for him. Kirsty did this for him on a regular basis as lived on his own and worked away. His place was the other side of town so Kirsty left early. When Kirsty got round to his place there was a note informing her he would not be b...
Chapter 3: Talk Science to Me Katja left Victoria alone to reintegrate her memories and review the mission. In some ways, the original biologicals never died. Their memories and parts of their personalities live on in the constructs. The constructs do wear out, get damaged or get terminated, but as long as at least one is still active to replicate a replace...
This is the continuing saga of Julie, the person who was awesome in bed but I never took home to mother. * By the time part 3 of the story wrapped up, Julie and I had gotten together maybe a dozen times. What I found interesting about her is that once a particular act was introduced into the bedroom, it never left. Either by my own assertiveness or her de...
He arrived a few minutes late but who cares, right? This day has drained her half dead so why should this minor detail bother her? Upon entering the apartment he is taken back by the delightful smell. "Wow, it smells like Hell's Kitchen, where's Chef Ramsey?" He teased. Dirty comes in and before he can remove his hat he is greeted by a hug and a kiss. His g...
Smoking has always been my biggest vice. I did not realize just how bad it was until after I got married to Richard just over two months ago. Everyone at work smoked and all through High school and collage I had smoked. I got my job at the factory after I quit collage in my second year. I had planned to go back later in a few years. I got my job working the...
The author of the original story has given me permission to spoof his story, The Tale of Benjamin Royson. The story is unaltered from how it appears on Lit, except for the addition of my commentary. Check out Sean Renaud's work here on Lit, and be sure to thank him for kindly donating this tale for me to slice and dice mercilessly! Be warned that the origin...
This picks up from where we left off last time. For those who came in late, check out Chapter 1. Mike ripped her black dress off revealing her pert tits. He grabbed it hard in his hand. “So how would you like to get fucked, you nasty bitch. How hard do you want my cock to fuck you.” Mike squeezed her left tit as he swooped down on he nipple, sucking it no...
This is a follow-up story to "Under the Desk." I rush into the office, hoping no one sees me slip in late. As I get settled and turn my computer on, I casually look around for you. I peek over the cubicle walls, glance toward the printer, and finally spot you at the filing cabinet. You look delicious as usual, and I enjoy watching your hands as you examine...
1 : Nihil inimicius quam sibi ipse There is blood in the room, but they can't find it. They know it's there. Blood always comes through. It can wait. For hours, days, since, there's been washing and rubbings, sprayings and windows opened, but a small colony of maggots has still managed to thrive on a chunk of forgotten lung tissue caught under a chair leg...
Exactly one week after Ashley and Alexis had masturbated together, they found themselves walking down the street, leaving Ashley's apartment for a club. Alexis was wearing her new corset top and denim skirt, and Alexis wore a pair of jeans and a tiny tube top. Going for maximum exposure, the girls had opted to leave their jackets at home although it wasn't t...