Until I met Susie I didn't have much of an idea what innuendo meant. For all I knew, it could've been an Italian brand of suppository. I still remember that evening quite clearly. There were about a dozen of us at an informal dinner party hosted by Alan Johnston and Clare Jenkins, celebrating their engagement. We were all in our final year at Edinburgh Univ...
I want to apologize for the long gap in between chapters. We had a Covid-19 case in my home and it kind of stopped everything in progress. Thank you for your patience and I hope that this chapter fills the void. I pray you're all well and keeping safe. This is my first attempt at writing a story for this site. It's seventy percent factual with about thi...
For two weeks, the silly little black box Joelle had deposited inside his glove compartment, had tortured him. So tonight, he resolved to have done with the situation, once and for all. After pulling it from the car, he returned to the house and gently tugged the antique watch from its burgundy, velvet lined coffer. But when he popped open the cover and read...
Early in the morning of August 21, 1863 William Clarke Quantrell and his band of Missouri ruffians sacked and burned the city of Lawrence, Kansas and changed my life forever. Amost all of the city was destroyed including the Lawrence Journal newspaper, where I worked, and the Eldridge House Hotel, where I lived. Fortunately I was in Topeka on that day, cover...
"Don't you knock?" Mike did not feel taken aback by these words, despite having just stepped over the threshold of his own home. He was already so stunned that they barely registered. Sitting before him - sprawled on his sofa - was a vision of the sort that, until now, he had witnessed only in his fantasies. Mike was a small-minded man, unimaginative and i...
Content note -- unrealistic proportions/anatomy, excessive cum, futa. This work was a commission. Much thanks for the support. -- "Trish?! Is that you?" My girlfriend and I are on a cruise. It's our second anniversary as an official couple, so we decided we should splash out on some luxury. This place is amazing, all expenses already paid for, room servi...
Before I died, I was only really any good at two things: playing video games, and giving head. My parents split up when I was young and my mum couldn't look after me and work at the same time, so for weekends and holidays I was shipped off to live with Gramps, who had retired to a static caravan on the Sandy Shore holiday park. All his worldly goods packed...
Sonia The world was a fast changing place and I knew the importance of a successful image. At the age of 27 I had created a successful online brand for myself. My personal brand was as important as my business brand. My father was a renowned businessman and I tried to distance myself from him as I forged my own path. I had a fire in my belly and a need to p...
Disclaimer: All characters depicted are over the age of 18. -------- Kaitlyn "Oh my, he's so big," thought the elegant blonde for the umpteenth time. Although, in this moment, there was nothing elegant about her. Kaitlyn was on her knees, sitting back on her feet, her hands were folded in her lap. A white, cotton thong was the only thing keeping he...
Note: So only the first short story here is part of the 'main' storyline, though only just. I think I'm just gonna do a bunch of disconnected short stories set in Soderton so I can jump right into ideas I like without bothering with set up. I also added extra bits to the fuck furniture section but since I can't edit submissions on lit I didn't put them *here...