I had gotten caught. Even though I was just ‘kitchen help,' certain things were to be kept private, even in this troubled time where we constantly heard tales of clan wars just over the border, and all trembled at the thought of what may come. And although I had believed my grassy, green glen to be both safe and private enough, I had been found out. As I had...
Here I am, 62 years old and feeling like a young girl. In fact, feeling even better about myself than I did when I was in my 20's. I had recently lost 35 pounds, had my hair tinted, and had been working out to firm up my body. My husband of 40 years, Bill, couldn’t keep his hands off me. As if he ever could, even when I was fat. Whenever I dressed in front...
Conclusion I awoke in the morning as the light streamed in through the window. As I opened my eyes, Caren was watching me. "Good morning, darlin'. I like watching you awaken. You were sleeping so deeply but then you made a little smile and rolled over. What a nice way to wake up." I mumbled something as a response but without that first cup of coffee, I d...
This is the final chapter so I hope you enjoy. Sorry for the delay in getting everything published, but that's the life of an amateur porn writer. The next time I'm just going to publish one long story vice the chapter format because people seem to want that more. Chris A few days later I got a text from David inviting us to their lake house for the 4th o...
As Kip Hastings pushed the doorbell button, he glanced around at his surroundings. This is some spread, he thought, as he surveyed the carefully landscaped lawn and gardens. Kip turned back to the door and pushed the button again. He could hear the chimes go off in the house and he started fidgeting, impatient to get in and start his work. At 26, Kip was yo...
Hey all! Annabelle here with some more monster goodness! Everybody here on Lit is just so awesome, thank you all for the comments and the feedback. I'm afraid I have hit the point where I am getting so many messages I can't reply to them all (and have time to write), but rest assured that I read all of them! I find your words inspiring-as long as you keep le...
I wrote this story for Tiffany. Thanks for all your help, Tiff. I hope you're pleased with the outcome. Chapter Three My heart was beating faster with each passing minute and, lingering in front of the huge residence's heavy oak main door, I still couldn't summon up the courage to signal my arrival. Even as I'd walked across the small cobbled courtyard a...
Alicia Cobb sat there looking down at her hands, watching them tremble. Vaguely aware of her surroundings, she sat at her desk in Room #218, were she taught American History to the juniors and seniors at Craigmont High School. Her mind was racing, trying to regain control of the present, but she couldn't drive his words from her head. "Four o'clock Mrs. Cob...
Blood seeped under the spot where the medical gloves had torn. Shit. She quickly stripped them off, turning one inside out and balling it up in the other, the correct way, and went over to the sink, washing her hands with soap and water for the full 20 seconds. She sung 'Happy birthday' in her mind as she scrubbed her hands together, paying attention to wher...
Warning, includes strong sexual themes. Intended for Adults only. All Characters are 18 or older. * Marvin hated the holidays. Stupid lights, stupid singing, stupid crowds, stupid holiday music. Yes, yes, he knew it was all probably because he worked in the mall. Not just in the mall. For the mall. Yep, he was a help-desk clerk at customer service. And...