Forget-me-nots and second thoughts live in isolationHeads or tails and fairytales in my mind -- Green Day, Are We The Waiting October 21, 2001 Sexual success is an addiction. I had slept with a dozen women in my life and could relive each first encounter with near-perfect recall. I remembered wiping away the tears in Heather's eyes while we claimed each...
Hmm. The alliteration in the title works better when you know that the X in Xeplegh is pronounced [x], not [z]. Anyway, hello! This is my Halloween story! It was actually up on Halloween in certain places that I can't mention here because Literotica won't let me. Check the comments if you want to see these certain places. There's also a part two to this one...
Chapter 1 "So, Jack, is it? Jack Benton, I believe," I heard behind me. "Yeah, I wondered how that would be taken, and who would be quickest to respond to me. So, who are you and ... what do you represent? The Vatican? The LDS? The JWs? The Baptists? The IFCA? The Seventh-Day Adventists? Who?" I demanded to know now. "None of the above. I don't represent...
Sunnyvale, California Earth 1998 Tiffany Winters, ordinary girl in an ordinary town, was about to do the ordinary thing for a girl her age -- slack off and read magazines to kill time until her boyfriend showed up -- when her pager buzzed. The pager was the one thing in her room that didn't quite fit. It was a room of boy band posters, old Easy bake ov...
© 2020, All rights reserved - mimaster ~*~*~*~*~*~*~ It was a brilliant Saturday morning, the blue skies of Northern Virginia clear and bright. Betsy walked outside, not believing how good she felt. Yes, her body was a bit sore, but in a good way, like she'd been through a vigorous workout. In some ways she had. Certainly there was a lot of cardio involved...
~~Jack~~ Thank god. Thank. Fucking. God. He breathed in the smell of her, and chuckled between his sobs. She was undead, like him, but he could still smell a bit of her, the old her, the living her, the person he grew up with, the person who raised him. Memories crashed into him, him sitting on the couch with her watching movies, waiting at the table while...
Previously on Vice Cop, Hudson and Lexa, working Homicide, went undercover chasing an elusive killer known as The Yellow Cab Killer, a taxi cab driver who murdered his passengers. The killer, disguised as a passenger, had Hudson drive him to the airport where he made his escape, teaching Hudson he couldn't always save the day. This episode has a lot of plo...
For those of you who are in the hurry, a little warning: it takes a while for me to get to, well, to the naughty parts. My editor complained about the story being long — and he got the version that had been translated into English, trimmed and then trimmed again. Mind you, he didn't say 'too long', and, personally, I read more before breakfast, but som...
~~Natasha~~ The Grand Cathedral of Dolareido was a terrifying place, she found, especially from the outside. The statues on the railings of the stairway, on the archways, and on the outcroppings of carved stone along the cathedral's high walls, were nightmare fuel. Six-winged angels destroying demons beneath their feet, and gargoyles with mouths agape and f...
I met James Dennis at a nearby café and, after coffee and doughnuts; we walked two blocks to the train station and waited for the train to arrive. I should take a moment to describe Mr. James Dennis to the reader. He was a tall, well-favored young man, dressed to the nines in tight-fitting dark brown slacks which were pegged at the cuffs in the current fas...