Sarah sauntered into the kitchen about noon wearing nothing but her birthday suit. "Charles?" "Yes, honey?" Her long red hair looked like she had been riding in her convertible with the top down. But no, she had been riding Joe reverse cowgirl and had a bad case of bed head. Sarah's husband, more than twice her age, sat at the kitchen table perusing the W...
I had been watching her for several months. Kelly was in a dull unfulfilling marriage to Dave. We were a group that all knew each other and partied and hung out together in and around our small Missouri town about 50 miles south of St. Louis. I watched Kelly on numerous occasions and I genially felt sorry for her. Over time I found that I was feeling more t...
I'm not sure when it first hit me that she was no stranger to me, and it took several weeks longer to realize the entire disturbing truth. But why am I awake and why did I wake to this thought? I don't think I was dreaming anything about this. Or was I? I do remember something like this in a dream, but was that just now or last week? Get a grip, girl. Eithe...
A lighter one, this time. You may recognize the characters from some of my other stories. If you haven't read all my stories, don't worry - they're written to stand alone. The characters and situations depicted may be real, fictional, or some combination thereof. And I'm not giving too much away to say that there is a "Nita" - muse, inspiration, and best...
There is someone for everyone. Isn't there? Never married or in a serious relationship, Gary worked five days a week and half a day Saturday in a machine shop. He had been employed there for 15 years, since he graduated from high school. It was a good job with a good wage, benefits, and overtime, and as much as the routine drove him mad after a while, he ne...
All characters are adults. ***** My name is Bud. After the state released me from prison I used my few dollars of separation money to start life anew someplace where opportunity wasn't rare or, worse, unknown. So I rode the bus to Gulfport, a town about the size of Savannah, on the Gulf of Mexico. At Gulfport I went to the halfway house I hadda referral t...
This is a slow burn (as many first-time stories are). It will take a while to "move through the gears", sexually, over a number of pages and chapters. It also spends time on background and character development. If that is not for you, give it a swerve, or get straight to the sexual parts. But, if you like a little back story, I hope you'll enjoy it. I'd kn...
I wake to the clamour of the landline announcing a telephone call. I really did drink too much on the plane last night. How the hell did I drive home in that condition through the thunderous gale? The ignored caller rang off without leaving a message, but now I am almost fully awake. I know where I am, in my loft room, my study, my sanctuary, until... No,...
"Oi missus! Have you got a spare?" A male voice shouted from the next yard. I was sitting drinking coffee and smoking a cigarette as I looked down from the steps leading up to my flat to saw a tall mixed race guy in white work dungarees, miming smoking. "Have you got a spare? I'm gasping." He grinned. I smiled and waved before putting my cup down and goi...
The author of the original story has given me permission to spoof his story, The Tale of Benjamin Royson. The story is unaltered from how it appears on Lit, except for the addition of my commentary. Check out Sean Renaud's work here on Lit, and be sure to thank him for kindly donating this tale for me to slice and dice mercilessly! Be warned that the origin...