This Story is part 2 of 'Awakening The Howl' Trilogy (Part 3 coming soon) If you haven't already read 'Awakening The Howl' then please consider reading it before 'Awakening The Howl - Part 2' ********** I didn't tell Niall the truth about the previous night. Rosie the Farmer's wife and fellow werewolf hunter came in to the kitchen just as he had woken up...
[This program was written by SexyGeek and his computer. All the random events in the story were actually generated by random numbers on the computer, so even the author had no idea how the story would play out.] The Sky Club was what we called the annex on the fourth floor of the old ivy-covered dorm. It was four rooms, two occupied by girls and two by guy...
The first time I ever utilized the services of a prostitute I was in Amsterdam for a UNIX conference, back in the mid 90s. The megacorp I was contracted with had budget dollars to burn, and I couldn't resist the lure of legal weed and really good beer. I'd started smoking a little in college and was briefly a fan, but gave it up periodically when I changed f...
Author's Note: Originally this story was entirely in the voice of Tasha, and I hoped that one of the sultry-voiced ladies of the Text with Audio section might be interested in doing a recording. Lit's editors requested that I add in some other cues to make it a little more readable, so I've done that - However, if any of you text with audio specialists would...
That first day she had sex with April wasn't exactly a productive day for Ann Perkins. It was fine at first, but then after the incident she couldn't even think coherently, that infuriating documentary crew that was always hanging around capturing hours upon hours of footage of her sitting at her desk and just staring into space with an expression on her fac...
Susan was nothing if she wasn't prompt, and she was standing at Lori's door at seven o'clock sharp. Lori answered the door dressed in a short blue dress and had let her hair down from it's usual tight bun. She ushered Susan in the door and lead her through the house and into the dining room. "Terry and I are just finishing our dinner. Unfortunately we didn...
When Brenda Porter was six years old, she was taking ballet lessons. One day when her mother was driving her home after a dance session they collided with another motor vehicle. In the accident only Brenda was injured. She did not suffer any broken bones but her face was severely disfigured. The plastic surgeons did what they could to restore her face to nor...
Author's Note: This was written with the help of my good friend Minxette, who plotted the story. My thanks to her and to my readership for the wonderful feedback. * The day was beautiful, the sun taking shelter behind the randomly passing clouds, a slight breeze whispering through the leaves of the trees, and the onset of summer providing a sweet afternoon...
Aunt Ethel This story starts out when having kids out of wedlock wasn't common, when there was no Internet, GPS, or iPhones, when sex education was not taught in school, when abortion was normally back-alley, when being "queer" was never talked about except with hush-hush "well you know" comments, when birth control was – except for using condoms and diaphr...
Britta was drunk. Meeting her old anarchist friends often meant downing an insane amount of alcohol and this time had been no exception. They had literally downed everything. If she were honest, Britta would have had to admit getting wasted at some dive bar had not been her original plan. Trying to pluck up the courage to discuss a failing relationship tur...