Part 1, Amy’s Sunday Amy’s thoughts returned to the present, leaving behind for the moment her mental recap of her date with Professor Daniels, Marc as she was now calling him. It was starting to get dark. How long had she been sitting there going over the most marvelous 24 hours of her life she wondered, there were no clocks in sight so she had no way of k...
I hope this story is totally fictional. It involves some pretty weird themes, but everything mostly turns out okay. Sort of. Mostly. It was fun to write. As always, you can easily enjoy this whether or not you've read any of the rest of my stories. I've posted it here as an entry in Lit's Halloween contest, so please check out all the other entries and v...
To Lucia's dismay, her sister Gianna continued to date her well-hung bar pickup for several weeks after their initial encounter. To make matters worse, she constantly bragged to Lucia about the size of his cock and how good it felt inside of her. Although Lucia was certain that Gianna's bragging was at least in part bluster to get her goat, she still seethed...
"Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday dear Marian, Happy Birthday to you." I watched Marian glance around the breakfast table with a smirk on her face. "Okay, I have to admit you surprised me. I was expecting something like this at lunch, but breakfast, really? It's too damn early to contemplate being another year older. I would volu...
Chapter 23 -- To Kill an Emperor ***** Astrid asked me to kill the orc then return to receive final instructions. I'd have rather completed the job all at once, return, then take her with me, but I guess there were final plans to be made before I was sent to kill the Emperor. On the morning I left, she simply told me to be careful, complete the job, and en...
Dear Readers, So my last submission was pretty much crap. I wrote it when I was horny, high, and tired ;) sadly I didn't read it before I submitted it. Sorry! So let's try this again with a different story. I grab Daniel by the front of his shirt and drag him in the club. As per usual he shakes his head at me, probably for no particular reason, so I...
Dear reader: this is an installment of a novella. To best enjoy it, I would like to recommend that you first read When the Masks Come Off in Venice, and When the Snow Comes Down in Venice. The sunbeams made their way pleasantly down between the buildings that lined the Calle Larga XXII Marzo, as Michela emerged from the department store with her elegant n...
Isabella Saviano: A Mafia Wife The raven-haired Italian woman stepped out of the pool naked just as the SUV approached the gated compound. Isabella always stuck with her Saturday morning routine, even during impromptu visits from her husband's associates. She liked flaunting herself to the bodyguards around the pool. It was her way of showing power to the...
Author's Note: I'd like to thank Harvey for editing this piece. - - - - - "We have a lot we need to do before this evening, and we need to get started," James said in a commanding tone. He paid the check and we walked out of the café, his arm securely around me. It was the first time he had touched me since we woke up naked together that afternoon. We w...
Interlude, Chapter 19 -- While You Were Sleeping... ***** The Crew of the Normandy The beacon has been replied to immediately. At least three ships were sent in response to the mayday. When they arrived, they found no sign of the Normandy nor of the ship that had apparently destroyed it. What they did find was a number of lifepods, frantic messages for he...