I'd like to thank anyone who's read my 'series'... this last three non-erotic pieces are the baring of my soul. When this particular one was originally posted, it got a few negative comments about the way it was written. I tried to do it a different way, but this is how it wanted to come out. I appreciate the time you've taken to read these submissions....
Akazu threw her hood over her shoulders. She really needed to see her, even though, you know, the storm. But the little red coat would help. It was a nice gift. Functional. She packed some sandwiches, she painstakingly make grandma's seaweed salad to her recipe, down to the last drop of sesame oil. Akazu wanted to please. She packed a few other sundries with...
The three sisters were at the head of the reception line for their grandmother's wake. Their Grandmother's journey was finally over. She was a 'tough old bird' as she used to say. It has been 2 years since Abby bombed the bitch, their egg donor...their waste of a birth mother. When anyone else was around, she was always referred to as Colleen. That was the b...
Every year Grandpa answers the question, "Why did you and grandma get married on Christmas Day?" This year, gramps gives the true answer Almost all erotic content in this short story is implied, not explicit. It is very mild, but somewhat romantic and filled with Christmas magic. If this is the first of my stories you have read, be aware before you look at...
Note: I've never liked the subtext of the Red Riding Hood story. Here's a rewrite with a better message. * In the middle of the dark wood there goes a girl in a red cape, not lost but tasting of her first disobedience, and the fruit - a peach she's taken from the basket at her side - will never now see Grandma's, though its juice goes the happier path down...
A Friend's Love That final bell ring was like a little slice of heaven for Ryan. It was the official end to his high school career. It was the end of his senior year and the start of his next chapter in life. He loved his high school and his hometown but he was ready to get away for a while and go to college. As he packed his backpack, the memories of every...
I hear a knock on the door and get up to get it. It's you. Little Red. I can see you in that Red Riding Hood outfit with nothing underneath. You are waiting for me. Your skin is glistening and smells of roses. I can smell the scent of your sex in my nostrils. I raise my muzzle into the air and sniff deeply. Mmmm… You are moving your thighs together in heat....
This is my entry into the Legends' day post. I want to thank Blackrandl1958 for asking me along on this venture and for her fine job of editing this piece. Oh and Congrats Randi. I also need to thank Naoko Smith for her help on some of the content of this story. To someone special I need to say, S'agapo Moro Mou. * In addition to being a round heeled slut...
Hello everyone, just wanted to apologize for the last update. I am my own editor and if you have read any of my other stories, you will see that there are very little to no errors. I had a lot going on that day and my focus was off. With that being said, I saw the comments and there is a difference between constructive criticism and being rude. Anon, I don...
I hadn't seen Mordecai Kilgrave in a week, he had been avoiding me after we last talked. It was Saturday, and I was over his house. We had been friends since college, where we both minored in History. He was a tall, thin man. His hair was raven black, his skin pale and eyes dark. He always wore fitted shirts and vests that accentuated his build. He was a nat...