Jessie stared at the television in defiance. She was sitting around a large oak table with Keith, Raven, Brooke, and three of the co-directors that worked for Raven Brooke. Keith pressed rewind and played the tape again. “See where you just seem to slip out of it?” Keith pointed out. “At the beginning of the scene, you really make us feel like you’re an in...
*Earned leadership is a blessing; assigned leadership is a burden* (Frontma: bringing lines to life) (Yes, this tale is supposed to be somewhat humorous and outrageous too. While not always comedic I'd like to think it is mostly a good-natured romp.) THIS IS HOW IT IS GOING TO BE It started at 6:45 as we began filing out of the dorm toward the dining...
Day 11 It was my last day in the villa. Almost a week ago I had heard the letting agent saying to a departing family that the villa was empty for the week and so I had purloined the key and enjoyed free use of the villa ever since then; but what I did not know, had not discerned from the comment, was quite when, exactly, the week was up. It might be that I...
Note: This is in continuation of the Indian Shy wife 2. Again it's a slow build but this is many times more adventurous than the 2nd part. * After few minutes I saw Angela coming to the front and behind her my wife, the moment I saw her full body, I got electric shock. My hard on was back and my imagination was travelling at light speed. She was standing...
Grant snow was a professional photographer, he had become disillusioned with the world of glamour photography due to the constant prima donnas being sent to him for assignments. The professional models who he had to photograph were either so stuck up their own backsides or high on drugs he found it hard to motivate himself anymore. So he decided to go back t...
I'm writing a series of accounts about my life in England; mainly true accounts, with just a little embellishing here and there. They're about my sex life to be precise, but then what other type of life is written about on Lit? A biography I suppose, but a short one and an unfinished one. Is it arrogant for a, nearly, twenty one year old to write a bio? Pr...
"I can't do this any more!" I cried throwing my coat to the floor. "I've just spent all day at lectures; all evening waiting tables; it's eleven thirty; I've got to be at college by 9:00 tomorrow; I still haven't finished the assignment due in on Friday and all I can think about is sleep." "Hey Becki? Stop there. let me help you. Or at least let me get you...
I glanced at my watch. Eight thirty-six. Thirty-six long minutes past the hour. And I'd arrived early of course. Just in case. So all in all, I'd been sitting on the steps of the Buttercross for a bottom-numbing forty-nine minutes. It was time to face facts. I'd been stood up. Blowing out a sigh, I got to my feet and brushed down my dress. Maybe he'd turne...
I've started writing a series of accounts about my life in London; mainly true accounts, with just a little embellishing here and there. They're about my sex life to be precise, but then what other type of life is written about on Lit? A biography I suppose, but a short one and an unfinished one. Is it arrogant for a, nearly, twenty one year old to write a...
I awoke Sunday morning knowing, hoping, that my wife was still horny from the night before. I knew she hadn't really been satisfied and I wanted her still that way when she had her business meeting Monday evening. To that end, even though I wanted to, I didn't make love with her that morning. I planned on no more sex before Monday night. We had a busy day p...