This story could be called a prologue to the wacky adventures of Alexis, my skinny adventuress portrayed in the "Texas Hold 'em" stories. Or it could be an epilogue to the untold stories of Alexis' childhood. My choice is "sexilogue", a new word I just invented. This reminds me of the fun word games that make new words out of old ones such as: Giraffiti (n...
Fall evaporated into winter, then the spring rains soaked us for weeks making road construction next to impossible. Finally the warm breezes of the summer of 1967, allowed us to move full speed ahead on the project. Lots were selling briskly, and houses seemingly sprang from the earth along the man made canals. The commercial hub of the community had also s...
THE HOTEL They arrived at the hotel only two hours late. Alfredo opened the boot for the porter to gather her luggage. He came back to the taxi to help her out. Jasmine whispered to him. "I don't think I can walk." He smiled at her. "You can do anything. I know you can. Just go and check-in. Leave your carry-on in the hack and I will bring it to you."...
Oscar Vinson spent most of his time in prison either in solitary or in the infirmary. Convicted sex abusers of children have trouble making it out alive. His minor martial arts skills were no match for the numbers and the street fighting skills of his various assailants. Somehow, he gave a good account of himself and managed to survive the beatings, torture,...
"About time!" I heard the distorted voice as I slipped back into consciousness. I tried to move my head but stopped short once I felt the blistering pain. "Welcome back to the world." The voice continued to taunt me. I quickly realized I had been handcuffed to a very uncomfortable old chair. "Take your time." The voice continued as I gulped down a few large...
Pre-Chapter Notes: I apologize for the delay in posting this chapter. I got caught up with things irl and was also slightly distracted by a game. Writing the in-between chapters before the grand finale of this arc is also proving to be harder than expected. To Anon -- the game is LoL TFT This chapter is sort of a filler, but as Finbar noticed in the previo...
"Now this patient hasn't had an ejaculation in the past year and a half," said Dr. Rossi, staring dubiously at the flaccid cock that belonged to the handsome young man on the gurney. He had been an unwilling participant in this clinical trial and had to be secured with restraining clamps on all four of his limbs. And due to his vociferous and frequent outbur...
(c ) Daniel Quentin Steele 2012 It's been awhile, but it's good to be back on LIT. This is a departure from anything I've done on this site. I hope that readers will enjoy it. This is a stand-alone story, although part of the First Coast series I've been telling over the last two and a half years. There are a couple of connections to another well known seri...
The Crescent City: New Orleans, the most lustrous, and infamous jewel of the south. Like the ancestors of old, the ancient city wears a masque that conceals her mysteries from the curiosity of outsiders. Known for her revelry and night-life, New Orleans has a multi-faceted persona all her own. Like a jigsaw puzzle, the city was long ago broken into diverse...
I'm worth a million in prizes With my torture film Drive a G.T.O. Wear a uniform All on a government loan - Iggy Pop, "Lust For Life" I. Winter in Hong Kong. Me, a starving writer stuck in the middle of a project that I couldn't seem to push through. Rent needing to be paid, yesterday. My faceless boss—some anonymous email account and a random ad tha...