The doorbell rang. "Fuck," Lucy exclaimed under her breath. She glanced down at the odometer on the treadmill, just one half mile short of her eight-mile target. Sweaty, and pissed that she didn't have time for a cool down, she hit the stop button. "Give me a minute," she shouted up the stairwell. Debbie fidgeted at the front door, already regretting the...
The following weeks saw a calming in my time with Taylor as we started just staying in more as if our adventure to the school and subsequent police encounter followed by the strip club satisfied her urge to go out and really push boundaries. Don't get me wrong she still showed up a couple times a week for some great sex but we rarely left the bedroom let alo...
This is the most recent chapter in the story of Angel Jones, a beautiful T-girl in London. Much of this chapter appears under the name "Lauren's Hot Date", but I have added many more details. * When Angel Jones woke up on Friday morning, her long blonde hair was tousled across her pretty face and her ruffled teddy was twisted around her breasts. She brushe...
After Lisa left I went back to the kitchen and sat down with another cup of coffee. I was trying to puzzle out how I was going to talk to Sandy about her relationship with Lisa (and for that matter, my relationship with Lisa). I had no desire to limit my relationship with Lisa to a one-night stand. "But then again," I asked myself, "What would I do if Sandy...
René gave the Hyatt two weeks notice about her job the next evening after we'd proposed she become a full-time sex slave to Jane and me. She swore that she told her boss - the maître d' - that she'd taken a job as a sex slave that paid better wages and included room and board. He'd laughed off her ribald humor, failing to realize that she'd pretty much told...
No sooner had I secured the tent and got my belongings inside than what had been a light rain suddenly turned into a downpour. Fall weather! The temperature must have dropped ten degrees and the wind had picked up big time. It was a good thing I decided to camp here after seeing that rain cloud. No way could I have made it those last few miles down the mount...
This is a true story. And I don't mean one of those times where the author claims it's a true story just because it's a fantasy of theirs. All the events entailed actually happened and it's taken a lot for me to write this, but with much encouragement, I finally have. The names, of course, have been changed to protect identities. Sorry if there's a lot of se...
Sheila didn't want to publish this story under her own Lit name, so I let her post it under my account. I hope you enjoy her story, and if you have comments I'll make sure she gets them. I told my view of her early 'movie career' in my recounting under Sisters, Friends, and Lovers - Chapter 23. Enjoy her account; this has a lot more details than my reporting...
FINAL CHAPTER—Scenes from a Troubled Marriage The next two weeks of August went by quickly, uneventfully. Marianne and I spoke at least every other day. Sometimes we had brief, routine phone calls; at other times I went home for dinner, or she came to my apartment, and we continued our painful conversations. We also resumed our habit of running together in...
On the day after Marianne ran out of my apartment, I called and left her a brief message at home, reminding her that I would be away for the next four days, through the weekend, at a conference in Atlanta. I was friendly, but I didn't offer any sympathy for the night before. Actually, I was looking forward to getting away for a couple of days. While at some...