It was a brisk morning in late December and Jamie was at his normal café, at the normal time, getting his normal order: medium black coffee and a bacon egg and cheese sandwich on a croissant. Jamie had always been one for routine and normalcy and if you'd met him in high school, he would have been the nerd. When he grew out of acne and learned how to dress w...
"It's raining again." More of the hopelessly mundane. May was sitting at my computer desk, up to god-knows-what, possibly with god-knows-who. A recent arrival to the region, she was still mystified by the possibility of no direct sunlight for weeks. It was winter, which in my neck of the woods meant cold, rainy days ad nauseam. I didn't respond. I was inst...
(This, my second story, like my first, has been written about, and for, a lady I've met in a chatroom (right here at Lit, actually). Believe it or not (and, trust me, I'm struggling to) she is exactly as I describe her and every bit as gorgeous. She's a 24 year-old teacher from London and so has brains as well as beauty.) * The couple who entered the pet s...
As it turned out, we were just in time for the big finale. I caught up with Bella close to the patio, the two of us then making our way over towards the large sliding glass doors. As was usually the case, the curtains had not been drawn leaving us a wide-clear view of the entire family room just beyond. I chuckled softly seeing the four of them actually lyin...
The base sounds vibrated against the walls echoing in the small bedroom. Mariana rolled in her sleep just having lain down after running around all morning. The music was ear-splitting and pounding, yanking Mariana from her deep satisfying slumber. "Please not now," she grumbled. Ever since getting her new job as a barmaid at Dragon Slayer, the new bar i...
He can sense my horiness. He can't deny that he is feeling the same way. He feels his cock start to stir once again. Trying to keep his mind on the task at hand he keeps on feeding me. But just then a sudden delicious idea runs though his mind. Taking a grape between his fingers he grins at me as he lets it fall between my breasts watching as it lands perfec...
Readers of a story that I've posted on another web site will find the basis of this story to be a familiar one. But I assure everyone that this story isn't based on the same premise and the difference will become apparent as the story goes along. I promise. CHAPTER 3 'Someone was knocking on the door again,' Sabella thought to herself as she listened to th...
"I'm going to kill that bitch," Sabella said as she ran through her brand new home trying to escape the rain coming down through the leaky roof overhead. "I'll never purchase a house online again as long as I live." Sabella wanted to kick her own butt for not having the house inspected like she knew she should have, but she saw no reason not to trust a wo...
I had known Jenny for about three years during high school when she was still living life as a boy. That's' right; Jenny is a girl, but she was not always a girl. She was a transsexual and had decided to become so just after we graduated high school together. Things had been rough for her but I had stood by her side and so had a few of our other close friend...
As far as summer jobs went, it wasn't a bad one, even if her boss had the peculiar demand that she refer to him as "Master" whenever addressing him. He explained that it was a sign of respect in his culture. (What culture that was, Rachel wasn't sure. His name sounded Persian or Arabic to her American ears, but his deep, commanding voice had no trace of a fo...