I looked down at the legal pad on the desk and rolled the pen between my fingers as I tried to organize the words in my mind. It would have been much easier for me if I was at a keyboard in front of a computer. When at the computer my thoughts seemed to flow right to my fingers and the words would quickly appear on the screen. Hit 'print' and it would be don...
Talia Stillwater's POV La Crosse Pack House I licked at the mating bite I'd left at the junction of Randall's left shoulder and neck. I'd gotten him good, my teeth shifting enough to leave a good scar. Mating bites were the wedding rings of the Werewolf world; they scarred heavily, the shiny marks proclaiming to all that he was MINE. My vampire nature lo...
Although the story and characters are 100 percent fiction, I did grow up in a very small town like the fictional Dusty Flats. I had the good fortune to enjoy that simple lifestyle. I tell it in the first person because I personally remember those days with fondness. 1978. Long before cell phones, the video game frenzy, 400 channels of TV available at the to...
I received a hero's welcome at home about eight o'clock Friday after the trip home from Pittsburgh. The girls had held dinner for me, and were hyper-attentive to my every need. Ally helped me unpack and deal with my dirty clothes. She snickered that I hadn't used my gym clothes, and that I must have gotten my exercise some other way. Fran made sure I had a...
(the first story I posted on Lit, the original Liliane, which was written twenty years ago or so, received a lot of very pertinent comment - the new version is an attempt to do something with it. It got a little longer in the process, I'm afraid.) * The lights were very hot overhead and everyone on the bed was sweating profusely. Lillian didn't really noti...
This story is part of a continuation of my Road Trip series (see the end of 'Road Trip -- California' for a list of the chapters of that series, in the order to be read). You need not read that series to enjoy this series. Although real places and celebrity names are used for realism, this story is fiction. Please 'read, enjoy, vote, and comment.' Synopsis...
Kerry dropped the mother of all knock back lines. I have heard a lot of knock back lines in the short time since I discovered that playing with girls is more fun than breaking things, you know bikes, arms etc trying to copy the extreme sports lunatics. Just to prove it I have listed some, along with the sort of smart ass answer I would come out with that us...
I worked into the night as Gunny rested, the painkillers keeping him down. He would move once in a while, his leg moving over mine or his nose smelling me next to him. He was on his side again, and I was sitting up against pillows with his head on my lap and my computer on the table above me. Craig and Luis had been thrown together as the people in charge o...
I cheated on my husband tonight. I didn't plan it. I didn't expect it. I don't think I invited it. I didn't go to this conference thinking I would cheat. I've never even thought about cheating on my marriage before. But it happened. I cheated on my husband and I'm afraid what will happen now. My name is Margaret Prescott; most people call me Marge. My hu...
Note: This story is actually Chapter two of the "Whores and Pimps" story in the Loving Wives section so please read that one first to get some background on the characters. This story is not really that scary except maybe for the Yankee and Boston jerseys. Enjoy... Randy O'Bannon had just started with Bennett and James when he found the invitation on his de...