Full Synopsis: Ingrid Penhurst has received the worst punishment that can be bestowed upon a witch, bar to be burnt alive at the stake. She has been Forsaken from her Coven, and it is entirely by choice. Headstrong and gifted, she will take no part in her Aunt's bloodthirsty schemes and plans of igniting war against the lycans. Instead she spends her ti...
"So... why Ms CreamyTits?" Parker Matland-Forbes asked. It was the name on her adultwerk profile. All of her profile pics had also been focused on her chest and cleavage. Which, to be fair, was a damn good selling point. It was the reason Parker had decided to book her after all. And the reason she was here now, in his bedroom. He was surprised she hadn't...
I got off of the elevator and wearily made my way to the hotel room door, slid my key in the slot and slowly turned the handle. It had been a good conference but a long week. I missed my princess who was on the other side of the country at her own conference. I missed my guys back at the station and I missed my dogs. Hey, give me a break, I’m a guy and my do...
Author's Note: On the 1st of January 2013 a story I submitted to Lit. was approved. The title was "Mercy" and it was set in a world similar to Europe in the 1800s. It is by no means historical fiction, so don't look for references that point out any major royal family member or recognizable landscapes – you may or may not find them. As I wrote that short b...
Chapter VII: Turning Tables and Burning Bulls Anna ached from head to toe. She was forced into the full splits in mid-air, for goodness' sake. Her body may have been augmented with years of magical training, but she was still human, and it was not humanly possible to endure such a position for the time she had without feeling as thrashed as a stubborn mule...
Thanks for choosing to read my story, which is hopefully the first installment of a series. It does include quite a bit of heavy stuff, so be forewarned, and please do not continue if it's not legal for you to read where you live. All the characters described herein are 18 years of age or older, fictional; and any resemblance between them and anyone, living,...
SUNDAY, APRIL 5, 2009. If what Joe says is true, today's events could have catastrophic consequences. Hopefully his words are a bluff designed to get under my skin; only time will tell. Two fields separate Joe's farmhouse from the wood and Marie and I were expected to walk across them naked. My wife had been ordered to strip and leave her clothes at the ho...
Chapter 1: Words To Skin The instant we were face-to-face only one thought entered my mind: devour. This would be done slowly. A process that would entail ripping off your clothes and kissing every inch of your body as it became exposed. The key word here was 'slow'. Or was it savour? Maybe torture? Oh hell, I'm sure it was all three and more! Seeing you no...
Jade's heels clicked across the cobblestones in the courtyard. She stops for a moment to enjoy the view that usually manages to entrance her. The moonlight glitters on the silvery water as it cascades from the beautiful Venus' marble hand into the bowl of the fountain below. On any other occasion she would linger and enjoy the sensuous touch of the cool wate...
Author's note: I had to laugh… even though I wrote the very first part of this story well over a year ago, the line where Tom read on the internet that "Gas prices were up. The house market was down. There was some kind of a thing happening in Los Angeles today" still pretty much holds true today. On second thought, maybe I shouldn't laugh… Al...