Due to requests to continue this story, I give you part 2. Enjoy. Creature Again *She will be fed* The voice in my head had gone silent after that last, alarming message. What it meant, I had no idea, but it scared me more than I wanted to admit. Arriving home, I poured myself a drink, but even before taking my second sip, i had fallen fast asleep on the...
The New Orleans air wrapped its heat around Evelyn as she left the Cat's Meow on Rue Bourbon at eleven thirty. She was buzzed, far from drunk, no where near falling down, and just like any other Friday night, she made her way home from the bar, a few blocks away on the Rue Burgundy. She was upset that she had to leave early to make it to work on time in the...
I just turned 45 years old and had been a coast to coast mover/trucker for half my life. My strength and ability to go without sleep helped me to make good money. My new tractor had the power and speed to get across the country quickly. The pay was a share of the line-haul so it helped that I owned the trailer too so I got a bigger percentage. It was a lone...
Thanks to techsan for his editing. * THE PARTY I didn't really want to go – I thought it would be more romantic to sit in my houseboat on Richardson Bay in Sausalito and do what loving, engaged couples do. You know, a quiet dinner, a suitable wine and a few hours of "sweet nothin's." But no, it wasn't meant to be. I could see right away by the way...
You guys asked for it, so here it is, the sequel to Live from the Game. Live from the Game was written entirely in the first person, from Ryan's point of view. Unfortunately, quite a lot of what happens in this story is outside of his knowledge, so there's going to be a fair bit that isn't from his perspective. Not much I can do about that. There will be pe...
They lay there talking for some time, discussing the proposed course for Susan, including the readings required and how the intensive analysis afterwards would work. It was clear to her that it was going to be a lot of work -- she never thought that Robert intended to give her course credits in exchange for fucking her -- but, looking at the first readings, S...
Author's note: Permission is granted to reproduce this story, as long as you give me permission and notify me that you have it on your site. Thanks. Amy had always been a curious woman. The forty-three-year-old mother often found herself snooping into son's business. It wasn't that she suspected he was up to any wrong. In fact the opposite was usually tru...
I had been a well-behaved slave. I did not complain when I was not supposed to. I begged for more when I was supposed to. I had served my mistress for one year when she called on me, and had been allowed to spend the last two months as her house slave. Now, as a reward for my good behaviour and service, she said that she would reward me with a special treat....
The arguing was getting worse rather than better. Neither of them wanted to go, their busy schedules not often permitting it, but they both agreed that they needed it. They married young after a courtship in which both of them fell helplessly in love and eloped to marry weeks after high school graduation. In the beginning it was bliss. They made love frequen...
This is my first post on the site. A list of recommended Lit writers led me to the Interracial Love category. After reading great stories, I decided to write one of my own. I hope you enjoy it, as it is one of the first stories I have written in years. I encourage your feedback and ratings, they are greatly appreciated and will be used to guide my writing in...