Author's note: Many thanks to Jill, for her ideas, motivation and support all these years. Also, BIG thank you to good friend and fellow Lit author aimingtomisbehave33 (go check out his stories when you can), for keeping me sane, happy and focused, and for helping create the character of Kate. Previously in the series: Taylor, frustrated by the lack of sex...
Dear Readers, I hope you enjoy this piece. If you like it, please check out my other works. You know, dear reader, Dakota learned in her tax class, the IRS code is broken into sections, which are similar to chapters in a book. Many sections of the IRS code refer to other, earlier, sections and are only understood in the context of what came before it. So,...
A revised version of an entry in the Literotica "2018 Annual April Fool Contest", so please, please vote on what you think of my little story at the end. A Fool's errand is an English idiom referring to a foolish undertaking or a task certain to fail. Chapter 1 "Damn it!" Caroline Lyndsey exclaimed, after clicking 'end' on her phone following her customar...
Author's Foreword: This submission is a re-telling of my 'More Legacy of Number: 10 Part Series ' (Which was itself a continuation of my 'The Legacy of Number 7 and Number 1.' ) Note further that in the original, I only mentioned Jere as being divorced. In the follow up submitted, as requested by several readers, I give the details of his painful divorce.)...
Summary: In setting with the rest of my stories. Monstergirl lizard Kit captures a human girl by accident. Decides to keep her, and a whole load of bondage and lesbian stories, a little fantasy combat and some fun times develop. Please enjoy. *-*-*-* In a monster girl village, a lizardgirl family of a widowed mother was getting for their daily lives. "Mo...
Prologue. Late Summer 1943 – Suffolk, England. Katie opened the front door and froze. A grim faced postman stood on the doorstep with an ominous looking telegram in his hand. He silently handed it to her, and Katie shut the door before he had a chance to offer her his sympathy. She had been expecting this, she had not heard from Stephen for many months, sh...
Sunday 11th September 1960 "Do you think your friend..." "Konrad. My house mate. He's not my friend..." David interrupted Alison who continued on. "Don't be like that. You're living with him. I know you like sweets but will Konrad, your friend, like a cake?" Alison asked. "Of course he would. He eats anything. He's a regular dustbin." David was standing...
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real people is purely coincidental. * November is a good time of year to enjoy sunshine in the Canary Islands. Lying off the coast of north west Africa, this scattering of Spanish islands is oven baked during the summer months of June, July and August, but the fierce heat of mid-summer eventually gives way to...
I could write a story about step siblings banging. Or about a pool boy and the MILF down the block. I could write about a business man’s affair, or about parallel play on a park bench, at night, on some abandoned golf course somewhere. Or maybe you’d like a story about a cheating wife, caught, pleading for forgiveness? On her knees, begging to show her husba...
Taking Econ 1 - On the first day of class, Esme and I sat next to each other in row 23 of the Econ 1 classroom. It was an unremarkable thing for two not very remarkable students to do in a stacked lecture hall in a seventy-five year old university building that had seen better days. "Hi, I'm David Smith. " "I'm Esme Phillips. Are you taking this for dis...