>>> >>> >>> This is a corrected draft of an earlier paper. I got myself confused, changed the names of the characters, and generally confused all the readers. I am sorry for that and I hope that this draft is correct. Be advised, while there is no sex in this story, I do drop the F-bomb a few times. I hope that does not offend yo...
The look of undeniable satisfaction was etched onto Gwen's face. A Long Island Iced Tea rested in the cup holder of the dragon shaped floating chair. The opposite holder held a walkie talkie but there was no chatter emerging from the black box next to the gorgeous nude woman. Gwen couldn't remember the last time that the house had been silent. It was rarely...
Tensions are running high in my pack. We've all been edgy for days. It's finally time for me to step in and resolve the issue that is affecting all of us in one way or another. When I invited Lark to join our pack four months ago I knew this day would come and I anticipated it with mixed feelings. Today is the hard part. I'm beginning to feel like an outcast...
Thanks to Ravenna933 for her copyediting and plot development suggestions. ***** I woke to the call of prayer blasting through the hotel window. I groaned and rolled over, checking the clock on the nightstand. It was just after 6 AM, and I remembered this least favourite aspect of sharing a bed with Rania, the necessity of all Muslims to rise with the su...
***** the ravings of a lunatic. copyright H20wader. Edited by techsan. I had added material after the edit, all errors are mine alone. The top story was written when I first starting writing for the LIT site. I wanted to post it in the Lesbian Sex section just to see what comments it would bring. But it seemed to call for a response. I finally wrote a res...
This story initially felt like a fantasy, as do so many of the tales I am sent by male readers, but as I chatted to 'Mike' more and more, online and by then phone, I started to believe it was real and to enjoy it considerably. There are so many aspects of his narrative that ring true. Mike himself comes over as honest and open, if a less faithful husband t...
Part one chapter one Thunder in the distance, thunder that arrives like a broken promise. Thunder and rain, the strained promise of rain, rain in the air, rain -- like conditional release. As memory arrives on cooling winds, distant patterns both old and new emerge, like the wind sifting through old pines -- and new -- outside a dusty window. The disquieti...
"I don't know what I'm doing here. This Crag, Mr. Leon Crag wants to 'give...' me an interview. Shit. I'm so nervous I'm shaking; I'll bet I'm white as a sheet, I can't even open the door. Three hundred dollars a day; it has to be illegal. I can still here Mom's words screaming from her bed room, "He's either going to rape and murder you or sale you to the b...
"Careful, lover, or we're going to have to go again. Why don't we sleep for a while? We've got four games tomorrow," Dawn said quietly as I played with her nipple. We'd just finished another wonderful lovemaking session, and yet I couldn't seem to get enough of her. She was right. We did have a long day ahead the next day. Some of it might even involve the...
slave missy plays "Wheel of Pleasure / Wheel of Pain." This is the story of a young woman's conviction as a terrorist and what happens to her when she is sentenced to penal slavery. Penal slavery is not impossible. The Thirteenth and Fourteenth Amendments to the Constitution of the United States of America do NOT prohibit slavery. They only LIMIT slavery to...