Greetings! I started this story years ago, and I have struggled with it. I've started, and restarted it about eight times, moved chunks of it around, rewritten sections, and agonized over it for hours on end. I am happy now to proceed with posting it for you. Special thanks to PennLady for her advice. You may remember the main character from a previous sto...
Please note that this story is rather extreme, and has elements of forced bi, painplay, etc. If that isn't your sort of thing, this won't be your sort of story. I'm also dropping you in the middle of the tale, as there are a few, much shorter, previous chapters. However, this installment should stand on its own. Constructive criticism is welcome, but I wri...
Faeona carried the unconscious damsel from the kitchen to the living room, ignoring the screams which followed his transformation. He knew that he was taking a risk by allowing these humans to see him, but as His Majesty's Helper, it was his duty to protect her. What kind of Helper would he be if he had allowed her to bash her little, white head on the hard...
This is my first-ever story, and as I am not now nor ever have been a cop, I apologize in advance for any errors in police procedure. ***** It was a little after 11 p.m. and I could tell by the way the radio traffic was slacking off that the rest of the night would be pretty slow. It had been a middling sort of shift, not so frantically busy that we were r...
The black Camaro was sitting in the driveway when he pulled up to the house. He rushed to the door, thankful to be home. When he didn't see her seated at the table or on the couch he immediately went into the bathroom, stripped and got in the shower. Even though he never thought at his age he would have a routine to follow, it was comforting knowing what was...
Alexis Porter glanced at her watch as her sweating, gasping husband rolled off her. Ninety seconds, she mused. He must've been *really* turned on, she thought sarcastically. Her husband, Les, lay beside her on his back, quite pleased with his performance. Les fancied himself quite the stud in bed, all evidence to the contrary. Les, thought Alexis. What a p...
Chapter 11: Pain Present day Gabriel led Mariah out of the mansion to the great lawn. The pavement of the walkway felt warm beneath her feet. "Master?" she asked tentatively. Master Gabriel blinked, and didn't respond, clearly lost in thought. After a moment he looked at her. Mariah took a deep breath, realizing that was all the permission to speak h...
Disclaimer: All characters are 18 years of age or older while actively engaging in sexual activity. This story is a prequel/sequel (sprequel?) to my other work, Alex & Alexa. As always, many thanks and gratuitous panty shots from Freja and Jeanie to my long-suffering editor and beta-reader for their assistance in polishing up and improving this work. Rev...
Disclaimer: Welcome to my one-hundredth chapter published here on Lit. Quite a milestone for me! And as usual, all characters are 18 years of age or older while actively engaging in sexual activity. This story is a prequel/sequel (sprequel?) to my other work, Alex & Alexa. As always, many thanks and gratuitous panty shots from Freja and Jeanie to my long...
Note from author: Emma and Sylar's relationship has plagued me for the last week with constant growth where I saw them as characters, not just pawns in a theoretically nice plot-line. If I manage to finish this story, I will most likely go back and edit to make the story run flawlessly. But right now, I need to get their story out before it bores me and I j...