If you have never seen a dead body, the first thing that hits you is the smell; the more brutal the murder, the more pungent the stench. When Jim Springer arrived on the scene the smell was overpowering. Tied to a chair in the park was his ex wife Janet, her throat cut and the finger where the wedding band had been was removed. At that moment, the only forc...
This is a story that was suggested to me by one of my followers. I believe that this actually happened. It is going to make a great story. Enjoy Jack. ***** Jack was a twenty-five-year-old intelligent, handsome and magnetic young man. He was a lawyer, very articulate but swore a lot. He met a twenty-year-old hairdresser, who had her own Salon which her mo...
Mishi's Bitches (inspired by Dale 10) Disclaimer: no one in this story is younger than 18 (See the "XXX-Women" series, "Luke Powers, Black Master" series and "The Perils of Greggie-Poo" for more Mishi action!) * * * * * "Camera! Action!" Mishi was filming one of her infamous videos. She sat casually in a canvas director's chair dressed in expensive blac...
Mike's an actor. He travels a lot to various TV locations and theatres all over the country. He's got a gig in a repertory theatre in Brighton for three months playing a major part in Chekov's 'The Cherry Orchard.' A fellow actor has recommended a guest house, run by an attractive Spanish woman, known as Rosa. He checks in and pays his deposit and then goes...
Hi, thanks for all the great feedback following our last story. By popular demand here is what happened after we all split up into couples....enjoy! As I closed the bedroom door behind us Sonia turned to look at me a mixture of nervous excitement and arousal marking her face. I quickly covered the gap between us and wrapped my arms around her and seconds la...
Author's Note: While writing my true life story entitled "Her Name Was Ann", I began thinking about another older woman I had had an affair with when I was a teenager. So I figured I'd write a story about that relationship as well. So many years have passed that I forget the names of some of the folks in my stories; people who I swore I'd never forget, and t...
Author's note: I borrowed and paraphrased a few lines from the introduction of the song Rhiannon: by Fleetwood Mac and Stevie Nicks. I had only heard this intro once, but I thought it was beautiful. The rest of the story is mine. Hope you enjoy. FATE It all started innocently enough. I was writing a final paper for psychology. My thesis was made up of a...
A Lit personal posting called out for readers in California by area code and the thread grew to be quite long as posters made known their names and area codes. I reached out to a few women nearby in SoCal and took up chatting with one. She was cute and shared several titillating photos in Lit postings over the past few years. Over the course of a couple of w...
I recommend reading my first chapter before reading this one. ***** While we're waiting for our pizzas, I excuse myself to go to the bathroom. I go to Khalla's room and put my shirt back on then go into her bathroom to take a piss. I come back out and sit at the dining room table with them, while Zak, Makayla, and Anna talk about their (un)interesting nig...
It's a warm afternoon. I'm laying on my bed naked. A fan is running, but it's not cooling me off. My body heat is rising because I'm thinking of you. Imagining that my hands are your hands, I run my hands over my breasts and tweak my nipples. I close my eyes, as i run my hands down my body. I feel myself getting wet as I trace my outer lips with my fingers...