My fingers felt as if they were going to fall off at any moment. I kept blowing and blowing on them hoping to warm up, but my efforts were to no avail. Of course, it didn't help that I was constantly being pounded by an onslaught of wind and rain. Or maybe if my boyfriend, no scratch that ex-boyfriend hadn't left me on the side of the road in the middle of f...
Irena was cold. She was so cold that she felt as if her bones had been glazed in ice. She stumbled and almost fell into a ditch on the side of the road, but managed to steady herself in time. Her jeans were soaking wet to the knees with slush and her shoes squelched with every step she took. She had been so stupid. She could be in the limo with Soto right no...
If you're looking for a 'stroke' story, this probably won't be for you. If you want lots of sex in every conceivable way, it may be better to go to any one of the other amazing stories by very talented Lit authors. There is very little of that kind of story here until later. If you hang around, your need for a sex fix will be satisfied. I do promise submissi...
***Well, ... Edwina is lost and wandering through the wilds of her township as she's never seen it before. What next? Horseless carriages? You just know someone like her is going to come up against the details of the modern age and I enjoyed writing those. And just how do they find people who are small enough to fit inside those boxes to speak with the pa...
The beautiful things of life are oftentimes birthed out of great bitterness. The morning sunlight glistened off the smooth surface of West Grand Lake with the early morning chilled air hanging still and motionless. It was the dead calm of an early October morning when most of the seasonal campers and cottage dwellers had long returned to their distant resid...
Periodically, someone will read one or more of my stories and contact me with a new story idea. Most often, the ideas they share with me are very brief and with little detail. They want me to build a story around their general idea. I have plenty of my own ideas. That's the easy part. The difficult part is developing a story around the idea, so I have always...
DING DONG! DING DONG! DING DONG! "What the fuck?" Piper Cherry lay on her floor half nude save for the fuzzy throw left for her by her neighbors the McKellen's. Having bought an entire case of Chardonnay she imbibed a little too heavily and made it through her final night of desolation. Yawning and stretching vividly, her big beautiful breasts reached for t...
Hi all! Annabelle here with Chapter 6 of 7! I've gotten some really great letters from some of you, and just want to say thanks from the bottom of my heart. This story was outside of anything I usually write, and it's definitely been difficult to write some of the nuance of each character into it. I suppose you are dying to see what happens next, so I won'...
Hank is back from Greece, awaiting the return of his mature lover, Ambrosia. You asked for it, so here it is. I hope you enjoy it. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ You know that saying about dog years? How one real year equals seven years of a dog's life? Dogs got it easy. I found that one week away from my luscious Ambrosia was an absolute...
"Dammit," I growled as I checked the time on my phone. "Where are you?" I stood in the entryway of the Milwaukee museum, feeling as out of place as a dildo in Disneyland. The interior of the cavernous building looked like the starkly bleached white skeleton of the massive beast it appeared to be from the outside, all arched supports and ribs and supports....