I'm Evan, a bestselling author in the hard crime fiction genre, but I wanted to tell my own story. This will be a bit more raw for me, and I have to give you, dear Lit.com reader, some background. I can certainly understand if you are only here for the dirty wordies, so if you want to skip ahead to chapter 2 where the sexy stuff starts, I'll understand. And...
Chapter Nine A week and two days passed without much going on, and at the same time I was very busy with signing royalty contracts. Lia and Mia continued to work long hours, and I found myself hoping it would end soon. They were doing fifteen to twenty contracts a day, and we were up to over two hundred of them so far. Mia, as far as I knew, was also spen...
Second and final part. It will make more sense if the first part is read first. Both parts are quite long. 'Steve Wright's Sunday Love Songs' is a real BBC Radio 2 programme: Nine till eleven am GMT every Sunday. I'm not sure if they still do the long lost friends item. In any case, they never connected Kevin and Nicola with each other, since they are both...
Chapter 1 Karen Hudson stood in the dense, dark green tropical foliage out of breath with perspiration dripping from her bikini-clad body. Her long auburn hair hung down in sweaty bands that wiped across her shoulders with loose, wet strands sticking to her large, white, succulent breasts. Her nipples were rock hard and swollen from the physical exertion an...
Port George was never a town I would have chosen to visit. It sat a really rocky outcrop on the North Cornish side of the Bristol Channel and took the full force of the North Atlantic weather. The village, jutting out on ragged cliff edges, wasn't the most welcoming place to be even at the height of summer and you kind of got the feeling that the Gulf Strea...
Labor Day weekend was coming up fast. I was really excited, Billy was taking me on a trip to Las Vegas. I had never been there before and couldn’t wait to go. We had a room reservation at the Bellagio from Thursday to Monday. I wasn’t working at the time, so I had no problem getting away. I was also still living at home, but since I was 18, and my parents ha...
Again, thanks to Jezzaz for the loan of his characters. And I did research on everything I wrote, so if you're Catholic, don't be angry. I have no feelings for your religion one way or the other, but I do respect it, and I mean you no offense. And yes, the main character is a bit over the top, but sometimes that's what is needed. I remember Harddaysnight t...
Six Times a Day, Part 13: Hard to Handle At well over a million words, this is one of a handful of the longest erotic stories ever written. The first couple of parts are mostly build up and teasing, but there's lots of sex later on. The story also has love, humor, plot, character, and a lot of popular acclaim, so you should give it a try if you haven't alr...
Warning: Parts of this series may contain violence, coercion, extortion, blackmail, non consensual sex, same sex copulation, derogatory terms, interracial sex, political statements, cheating and a lot of other stuff good boys and girls should not read (on porn websites). If any of the above are not your cup of tea, please don't waste your time reading this....
(this is a sequel to Ode to A Cali Courtesan, and takes place, as did the prequel, in real time. Thank you. These recollections are attempts to freeze a particular time, forever. Danbury 200) My spent cock still deep in Megan's mouth, I lie back on the hot bed, nearly unconscious from the dramatic, wild sucking off. Utterly drained, dick stiff but rapid...