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------------------------ An adult tale by Miss Irene Clearmont. Copyright 2011 (Nov) Henry is a rich layabout who is just waiting for his twenty fifth birthday so he can claim his inheritance. A massive blowout in a Bahamas casino finds him looking for a little cash and something to allay the boredom. The deckhand job on the small cutter, the 'Phoenix...
Chapter 1 An exploration of a love-hate relationship That old manor was no place for a city girl like Stella. Perhaps if she'd been born in this country and her parents hadn't decided to move to America when they tuned 18, she might feel more comfortable running this big mansion. She would have been living here all along if her mother hadn't passed this ho...
Note: This series is my tribute and homage to all the movies that inspired me as a kid and which I love to this day. Films like Sam Raimi's The Evil Dead, Carpenter's classic chillers Halloween, The Fog and The Thing, Romero's Dead trilogy, Dario Argento's brace of Italian giallo masterpieces Suspiria and Inferno, Hammer films, The Twilight Zone and many mor...
Colby Colson's cascading raven curls tumbled freely to her bared shoulders in a slightly tangled disarray as her always intense hazel brown eyes scanned her reflection with carefully, critical scrutiny, steadily searching for flawless in her appearance, as she had already decided that tonight, she simply could not settle for anything less than pure perfectio...
Chapter 34 Adison goes back to bed as well, slightly sad to find her beloved injured once more. All Vincent wants is to lead a normal life, but time and time again he ends up on the wrong side of a knife, a claw or this time, a gun. She is not worried for his life this time, all the former occasions have shown he is not likely to infect, and he heals very...
First of all, I want to thank everyone for reading my previous two stories. Your comments are always appreciated. As with the other two stories, this one is not a stroke story so if that's what you're after, it's best you move on now This is a romance, a character study if you will and what I've always enjoyed reading about is people, even here on Literotica...
This is the ending that I had originally planned for the story Secrets and Lies before I decided to let you use your imaginations to provide your own ending. However, so much of the feedback requested closure of the story I have decided to flesh it out into something that I hope is worth reading. If you have not already read Secrets and Lies I suggest you do...
Two attractive, and mostly naked college freshmen were having a blast. They were on a drop cloth in an old high school gym. Paint was everywhere. It was on the drop cloth, on the ladders, but mostly on them. Angie had tubes of art paint in each hand. Gretchen had just given up her brush and had grabbed the whole bucket of house paint. Before the inevitable h...
It was the annual block party at the Wilson's, since we lived on a dead end street it should have been called a street party, but there is no arguing with Betty Wilson, the rest of us went along to get along. If they wanted to supply all the beer, booze and food along with cleaning the mess out of their yard, they can call it whatever they like. It was my...