This story was inspired by Jasper Carrott. I’ll bet that this is the only story in the entire Lit index that contains those words. Thanks go to the Brummie comedian for giving me this idea. Remember to vote and to send feedback before you leave. Remember, if you want to read more, then you have to be nice to me. My writing is fuelled by my ego. If you liked...
Continuing education could certainly be an inconvenience, but being an educator, Trinity realized the necessity of staying on top her skills. She always took advantage of opportunities to grab another class or attend another seminar, as long as certain conditions applied. First, it had to enhance her earning power. Second, it had to make her a better teacher...
Four hours by plane and another three by limo. That's how long it took to reach the estate of Cormac Johnson, billionaire, tech-guru, and charming businessman. The estate, out in the middle of the mountains of Coloardo, was as close as you could get to isolated without leaving the country to some obscure island in the middle of the Pacific, or the far northe...
Chapter 5: Sarah and Brian's First Game Sarah and Brian had been kept in separate kennels and had practiced at different times with the cheerleaders. Both were learning that their routine was going to be somewhat based on being chased, but neither could figure out exactly what or who was going to be chasing them. For Sarah, the ordeal seemed to be easier, a...
Jen and I continued to develop Kate’s submissive side after making Kate watch when I had whipped Jen. After that, Jen and I began to educate Kate in many other aspects of sexuality. We watched pornographic videos with her and discussed with her the parts that she found exciting in them. We also had her read erotica and books on advanced sexual techniques....
Chapter 1: Opening Moves I: The crime scene was located in suburbia Virginia, in a nondescript middle-class cul de sac. I pulled up in my beige sedan as a team of agents with "FBI" on their windbreakers were loading up. They all gave me one look. None of them gave me a second. I try to be unworthy of second glances, both through my attire and a few magica...
This is a five-part "tandem" story, written by two writers (Katherine English and Steven Whitman). Part VII: Her “Angel, for that is my name for you tonight, your Master is about to begin.” The words...your words. echo repeatedly in my mind, between my legs, and in the very pit of my stomach. Have I chosen well this night? Will I be able to suffer the...
Suzi had never even been to an auto show before, never mind modeled at one. But the three-day assignment sounded simple enough. Dress sexy. Hang around the cars. Attract the attention of every male within 300 feet. Then let the salesman take over. She knew she could do the first three. She was willing to try the fourth. She had chosen her tiniest bikini, th...
Josh had read his fair share of fantasy novels, where the protagonist gets sent to a new world after dying in his original one. There, he is gifted with a system or grandfather like figure who guides him on to the summit of cultivation. Now the common theme in most of these novels were that dual cultivating sects was seen as inherently evil. Something to be...
The drive to work was a mundane one, the same 32 miles, the majority on a dual carriageway and insufferably dull. I made the journey 5 days a week and had done so since April when I had started my new job as a manager of a team in Birmingham. It was a good job, perhaps not the most exciting but a good job nevertheless. I tended to try to beat the morning t...