by Phillip Johnson Chapter Twenty Five When Buck and Anita arrived, they shared their usual quick embrace and a glancing kiss on the cheek before Laura said, "You know I think you even look more relaxed." "I feel relaxed and yet energized." "And you Mitch, how did you survive Layla's shopping?" "I actually got into it and had a great time. I like to t...
Copyright Andyhm. January 2017 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. All characters engaging in sexual relationships or activities are 1...
Disclaimer: Welcome to my one-hundredth chapter published here on Lit. Quite a milestone for me! And as usual, all characters are 18 years of age or older while actively engaging in sexual activity. This story is a prequel/sequel (sprequel?) to my other work, Alex & Alexa. As always, many thanks and gratuitous panty shots from Freja and Jeanie to my long...
I'd also like to give a huge thanks to rnebular for once again taking the time to edit and give suggestions to improve this story. The more editing he does, the more I notice the difference in Canadian versus American colloquialisms. Since majority of the readers seem to be American, I go with rnebular's correction of my Canadianisms along with his other gre...
Mikael cut the pear with a sharp knife, dropping the pieces into the bowl that he had in front of him. He put a segment in his mouth and chewed it slowly as he finished, enjoying its flavour. Its cool wetness proved refreshing, too, a welcome relief in the stifling heat. Mikael had already removed his shirt due to the warmth; the feeling of cotton hanging on...
In the fading evening light, before the street lights triggered, Auron waited idle on the front stoop, surveying the local children as they played freeze-tag in the street. Across the road, one of the neighbors was watering his garden and another neighbor was at her mailbox, sorting through magazines and bills. Limping down the sidewalk in front of the house...
CHAPTER ONE: A Strange Final "Maaaaaaaaliiiiiiiiik!" I groaned as I was jerked from a fantastic dream of being smothered to death by the class of 2019's best titties (Sarah Cornwick, if you were curious) by the shrill sound of my mother's voice screaming up the stairs. I twitched, writhed, then fell out of bed as she followed up my name with a hammering on...
Editing magic performed by KJ24 and Shyqash, plus contributions by the regular gang of brigands and neer-do-wells. Low tide: The period between the ebb tide and the succeeding rising tide. This tale is an espionage fantasy frequently under assault by reality. The 'hero' of this tale might be considered a Libertarian, though the label means nothing to him....
"God Damn it Cheryl, you've been working with us for four months now," said Connie. "This is the first time we've ever gotten you to come out with us. So don't start trying to leave before you've had at least one drink." "And at least a dance or two," piped in Nancy. "There will be a lot of guys here on a Friday night. And you're a good looking woman. You w...
There is no explicit sex in this story. No part of this story may be published at any other site or in any other form without the express written permission of the author. © December 25, 2006 ******* Chapter One 'His thick dark hair sure accentuates his heavy set brow,' she observed. 'Together they give his eyes a deep shadowy, almost sinister look...