My name's John, I'm a widower and I'm 52 years old. My story starts with a visit from Paula, my daughter in law who is married to James, my son. They have two young children. Paula is 34. She was very upset, she told me that James had for the last twelve months been gambling away all their savings, he had not paid the bills or the mortgage, now the debt co...
This is the first story I've written for an audience, not counting the threads I wrote for Chyoo. Anyway, this is the first chapter of the Silver Arrows and there is very little sex going on in this one, so it's pretty damn plot-heavy. So if you're reading it for sex, you should look for another story. If you do read it, I hope you enjoy it. And please leave...
Janet did make it to the salon and begged her way into a full treatment before running by to purchase that dress she had wanted but didn't have an occasion to wear, till now. On her way home she called her maid and asked her to come by that evening. The young wife and mother could use the extra money so she agreed to work. All Janet wanted to do was to get h...
(Author's note: As the following is my original creative work, it is copyrighted and illegal copying is strictly prohibited. Any coincidence therein to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. For legal purposes, this work is a parody of the science fiction genre. Expect explicit sexual content, if this offends you or if you are underage if your countr...
Once again I must thank my LadyCibelle and Techsan for their patience, proof reading, editing skills and of course encouragement. As always I must also add, that I can't leave a story alone. I could well have added some cock-ups after they have seen it and before it gets posted. That should keep the GPs happy at least. The story starts circa 1966. There is...
CHAPTER I: SAINT & SINNER At the age of twelve Bess Scanlon was branded a whore and sent to the Sister’s of Mercy. Cast out in shame, the bloodless brides of Jesus branded her a temptress, never bound for heaven. Women who never glimpsed their wombs, who wilt the grass they walk upon and leech the light from the room, never took her into their hearts of sto...
Chapter 18 - Jason's Ghosts There was no question that Cecilia needed to talk to Jason about Heather Jones. However, that would not be until she had some time alone with him, which wouldn't be until after Thanksgiving dinner at the earliest. Thanksgiving dinner was the next hurdle everyone had to get past. Cecilia prepared herself psychologically to face...
Author's Note: It's been a couple of years since I posted a story on Lit. Most of my stories are inspired by true events, but are liberally embellished by my imagination. This story, however, is completely true – every word of it, to the best of my recollection. It starts out a bit slowly to develop the context, but if you'll stay with me, I think you'll see...
"Good evening Miss Taylor, if you would." The Chauffer was tall and handsome and was smiling at Alexia as he stood beside the black limo and held the door for her, waiting patiently for her to get inside. The limo was long and sleek, with tinted windows and from where Alexia was standing she saw that the interior was a light grey and looked very elegant. Bei...
Some introductory remarks. Generally speaking I've been grappling with several long stories that I just can't seem to finish. Meanwhile I've had a ton of these little guys languishing around so I thought I'd knock a few of them out. So fair warning, no Dostoevsky, and certainly no Chekhov. Now about this story: First, all the active characters are over ei...