Honoured to be included in the Legends day, and sincere thanks to all those organising it. This story started out quite some time ago as a flash story but I couldn't seem to find an ending that I was happy with. When the invitation came along I browsed my unfinished scribblings and came upon this one and decided to resurrect it, only to find that it took on...
Many thanks to "Snooker70" and "SexyGeek" for helping me to improve the plot, making suggestions and checking my grammar and spelling. As always - if you enjoy seeing burning bitches or lengthy sex scenes, choose another author. xx "Mr. Walters, please. This leak... it´s driving us crazy and we have a lot of work to do tonight. You know - quite important...
Barbara's text message came across my cell phone just as I was getting ready to leave work. It said, "Don't forget about the wine tasting tonight." "Damn," I said out loud. I had indeed completely forgotten about it. I'd learned about it a few weeks earlier when we were both in our kitchen at home on our computers. I was in the middle of doing something...
THE STORY SO FAR: Jessamy Beech, her daughter Phoebe, Ross, Merida and Hamnavoe have set sail from Orkney on their stolen trawler Kerrera II to investigate rumours of a Coalition holding facility at Fort George on Scotland's north east coast, hoping that it might give them some clue as to the whereabouts of Jessamy's younger daughter Ada. Meanwhile, Tamsi...
"Nigger lover!" The sound of my father's voice echoes up out the past to me as I drive past the state line for the first time in forty-three years. I can still hear my mom crying after the slamming of the door, the loud shattering of glass from the other side of the closed door. I never found out just what was broken in such fury. Fury I caused. The mile...
This is a work of pure fiction. Any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. Likewise, any resemblance to any actual circumstance in anyone's life is also coincidental. Also, be advised that some of the information contained herein has been garnered from the internet and we all know how accurate that is; so with that in mind, feel free...
Huginn's Yule or, How the Jólfaðr Came Calling on Yuletide Eve * © 2019 Chloe Tzang. All rights reserved. The author asserts her right to be identified as the author of this story. This story or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for the use of brief quotat...
I got into a bit of a creative slump in December. I felt like nothing I wrote was any good. To get out of the slump, I read my favorite books and tried to imagine additional stories set in their worlds. It came to naught, until I re-read Over_Red's story "Dream Drive", which he published on this very site. I managed to conjure up a character and sent him on...
Author's Note: If you haven't read the first two installments of this story, you will be severely confused. I dislike when writers rehash old topics and I promised myself I would never do it. Thank you, Paul. Your editing help and insight worked well with my ignorance. Chapter 1 - Teegan "Stop calling me ma'am," I told Jason. His military bearing did lit...
Copyright ©2016 - 2019 - This is an original work by Zeb Carter and is protected under copyright by U.S. copyright law. It is only submitted at Literotica.Com and any submission to any other site has not been authorized by the Author. Author's Note: This is a very long story and is the second in a series. There will be one more or maybe three more if I fini...