Tuesday afternoon and back at Annie's. As I walked into the garden I looked at the lawn. The grass was long after all the rain and I decided I must give it a mow. Although Annie didn't seem bothered about what I did in the garden I thought I really must at least keep the grass cut. I knew Annie had an electric mower in the shed so I thought I'd use hers rat...
The next morning, they broke camp early. Meg was so sore that she couldn't even think about sex. Last night had been another romp that ended up with her eyes crossed and she swore for a moment that she even passed out. This morning, Luc had been rather wound up about getting camp broke and headed down the mountain. She figured she'd wait until they were on t...
Meg O'Donnell was once the picture of sweetness and innocence. However, working in the cut-throat fashion industry for ten years does tend to tarnish one's halo a bit. Besides which, she came from a long line of witches. Surprisingly enough, the actual knack for witchery seems to be, to some extent, genetic, and in Meg's case actually skipped generations for...
I was walking home in the crisp but warm early evening of late spring in Philadelphia. It was a tough neighborhood, but it was only a few blocks from the bar I worked at, and I had nothing to fear here. I saw a beautiful blonde in a cream colored sweater and red skirt come out of a convenience store in the next block, oblivious that she was waving a red flag...
(Belated, indeed. But I'm uploading this on Jan 7th, which I believe is Christmas Day according to the Julian calendar... Or, it's really really really early for next year. Yes, Virginia...There is a Literotica...) * * * * * It was unseasonably warm here in the northeast, especially for the middle of December. Whereas normally, we'd have snowdrifts and b...
Meg swore that Ginny arrived before Luc finished hanging up the phone. She burst in the door and was hugging the two girls before they knew what hit them. Listening to the conversation, Meg thought that there were as many yips and yaps as there were actual words. She stood in the kitchen doorway, watching the whole thing shaking her head. "Yes, before you a...
As the night wears on, the spacious room becomes the only light on in the short row at the luxury hotel. On a business trip, I'm alone with my thoughts... and the sound of the rain just outside the door. For some reason, the television's sound isn't working correctly. Feeling a bit inventive, I turn off the sound and power up my laptop's media player and tun...
Preface - My girlfriend's best friend told me this story over beers one evening. I spent US$35 getting the whole story out of her. This is a true story because I eventually met Matt who, while not telling me the whole story, told me enough to corroborate most of it. ___ She opened her mouth to say hello to Stella who brushed past quickly straight into Lynn...
author's note: I love stories about vampires and werewolves and such; this particular story was influenced by just about every vampire story i've ever read. I hope you enjoy. ------------------------------------ Devan Rouge waited patiently for his victim to wake up. He did think of her as a victim, because this was the first time he'd ever held anyone in...
"Ready?" Meg White asked, sitting down forcefully on her drum stool in a way that made her large breasts bounce. "Very...." Jack mumbled, his mind fixed on the fairly obscene amount of cleavage she was showing in her too-tight white tee-shirt. Meg and Jack White were getting ready for their next big show in Detroit. This was the show that would bring them...