Hello, this is Ulape2000 from wattpad, i switched to this website because it's easier to write in than wattpad, you can read all the stories i've written here, and i will be updating and the updates will be added along the way, so when i take a break from writing i will publish what i've written even if it's not done. https://www.wattpad.com/user/Ulape2000Wh...
Author's Notes: "Men see beauty wherever they can get it. But that's the allure of the Red Light Princess. Like any good whore, she's whoever you want her to be." ― James W. Bodden "The more you love, the more you can love-and the more intensely you love. Nor is there any limit on how many you can love. If a person had time enough, he could lo...
Hey Everyone, So this is the completely edited version of So, I'm Not a Vampire? I decided to post it on lit because I realized not posting my stories really solves nothing. Having them remove one of my stories was the first and only bad thing that's happened to me on lit. Am I angry? Yeah, but life goes on. And plus lit fans are way too awesome to leave....
January 1st, 1901, to December 31, 2000…Also known as the first century. A lot has happened during this time period—a couple of world wars, a lot of battles in-between those “silent” periods. No biggie, though. Welcome to the Long Peace. Luckily(?), the last two decades have allowed a side of people to come out and show what they fantasize about. The interne...
Kleiner Einschub, wegen Plagiat. Ich habe diese Geschichte bereits schonmal auf Wattpad veröffentlicht. Langsam öffne ich die Augen und angel nach dem nervtötenden Ding das sich Wecker schimpft. Während ich versuche mich daran zu erinnern aus welchem schönen Traum ich gerissen wurde setze ich mich auf und reibe mir den Schlaf aus den Augen. Noch etwas versch...
Pulling up to my best friend's house, I gave my mom a kiss goodbye as I hop out of the car. The bestie and I have our girls sleepover every other weekend. I always looked forward to it. It was the one time I could let my hair down and be me and out of the watchful eye of my punctilious mother. Don't get me wrong I love my mother but I was 18 years old in h...
[This story is not intended as a "slam-bam-thank-you-ma'am" porno tale, a semi-literate effort to recount genital jackhammering (either male to female, or vice versa) in such a way as to set a new Olympic record in the 100-metre dash. Your humble author has no problem with any such story, nor with those who enjoy them. That's all a matter of individual taste...
(Note:The following essay was meant as a curiosity, or even a joke. Certainly, I've yet to come across anything comparable that's been written. The reader should be forewarned that there is nothing the least bit erotic below, aside from the excerpts from "Friday Night"; if anything, in fact, these pages are likely to lessen your enjoyment of erotic stories....
Polonius: What do you read, my lord? Hamlet: Words, words, words. Hamlet, Act 2, Scene II Words are my element, as water is to a fish, or air to a bird. Words are what I work with, by day as a lawyer, by night as a copy editor. Words have been in my mind since before I can remember. And they fill my brain like a rush-hour bus, with barely standing room be...
You don't have to be a genius to be a good writer, you just have to be careful. Quality writing is not a magical ability bestowed at birth: you can learn how to produce wonderful language that really stirs your readers' emotions. Don't settle for second best: grant the world the gift of your inspirational talent. Now I don't claim to be an expert, here: th...