[Author's note -- All characters are fictional and depicted as over 18.] Dear Bernadette, I hope you are well. I'm writing to you because you were so kind to Robbie when you were his babysitter and, well, I have a favour to ask of you. It's always difficult to ask for help, isn't it? And when I haven't kept in touch with you for so long, and with the unp...
Decades ago when I was still a fairly young man, there was a quiet pub in my corner of London that was popular among gentlemanly American sailors. Not the sort of rowdy drunken loudmouths that gave their country a bad name, mind you, but their more mature brethren who enjoyed a quiet drink and pleasant conversation by the fireside before returning to sea. Ha...
Foreword: Welcome to Book 3 of Love And War. Jason and Delaara face a few more adventures in this one, and so do their squadron mates! Sex is a bit more prevalent in this story than in the previous books, but I don't think it detracts from the overall plot. I hope you all enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. :) I.D. --------------------------...
At The Garret Manor On A Dark And Stormy Night: "I'm severing all blood ties with my nephew..." "Mr. Garret. Is that what you really want to do, Sir?" "Lands, I hired you as a lawyer, so do some goddamned lawyering and quit asking stupid questions!" "Yes Sir. I'm sorry, Sir." The flames crackled and danced in the huge fireplace of Garret Manor, casting...
Authors Note: This story is pure fiction and/or fantasy. We all have dreams, and this is just one of them from my warped mind while I was trying to clean my hands after working on the lawnmower. * Chapter 1 Getting out of Dodge It's strange how sometimes the worst kind of crap that falls on you can turn into an opportunity for something that you might th...
Author's note: For readers with sensitive dispositions: this story contains bisexual contact between men. I'm not attempting to tell anyone what to do, just consider yourself warned. Dedicated to the real Bill and Mollie The key slipped into the lock and turned just like it was supposed to. As I opened the door, I thought how weird it was to just be letti...
(c ) Daniel Quentin Steele 2012 It's been awhile, but it's good to be back on LIT. This is a departure from anything I've done on this site. I hope that readers will enjoy it. This is a stand-alone story, although part of the First Coast series I've been telling over the last two and a half years. There are a couple of connections to another well known seri...
This is a story about a guy who likes to watch his wife sleep with other men, and written for couples who find that sort of thing erotic. It's a longer story and deals with all the conflicting emotions that come with the fantasy. Hope you enjoy it, and thanks for reading! The California sun had cleared the hill leading down to Bodega Bay, and I moved m...
A modern telling of Scheherazade My sister snored and night after night I'd lay in bed, wide awake, wishing I could have my own room, something that was impossible in our small house. In the room next to ours, my dad also snored and I have no idea how my mom could sleep, but she did. Even with the doors closed and the pillow and covers over my head, the sno...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** Chapter 11 – Subtle Conversions Friday night Dave felt devilish. For a change, there were no grandparents around for the weekend. Everyone in the Circle had a fiendish smile on their face. This would be the first night in ages that the Circle could engage in one of their group s...