Brother Hayes looked nervously around as he shuffled down the corridor. His candle sent flickering shadows across the walls. In his overwrought imagination they took on the fearful shapes of imps and demons, grasping and clutching at him. God, please preserve my humble soul, he thought as he scurried down the corridor. What had they been thinking? For rese...
Amanda is justifiably proud of her looks. Her face is of the sort to which people are naturally attracted, and she is blessed with a figure which is simultaneously softly feminine and well toned. When she is standing naked, the line of her body flows along pleasingly rounded contours accentuated by the swell of her mature breasts, the nicely rounded firmness...
Warm night in the Solipaz hills was less solid than Ransome Farrell expected. Stars spackled the velvet above far as eyes saw. From north relentless perimeter lights demarcated the maquiladoras and silhouetted the Mexican city's downtown. Distant brightness aside, Farrell had been correct about area illumination. Those few working streetlamps half-heartedly...
This is a simple gentle story. If you want violence, rape, incest or such stuff please look elsewhere. This story is set in the same village as another of my stories, 'The Chair in the Corner', but is in no way a sequel. I hope that it stands up on its own, as they say. I hope you like it. If you do, I'd like to know. If you don't, then I'd also like to kn...
What the catalogue doesn't tell (A companion story to Careful what you ask for) Robert MacAllister studied the catalogue with meticulous interest, every now and then taking a sip from his glass of finest ruby port. It was to be the biggest sale of erotic art for years and he had his eye on several items. He had been an avid collector of erotica for many ye...
I am under her desk. She has tied my hands behind my back, tied my ankles together, and tied them together in a hogtie. I wouldn't dream of screaming for help but just to make sure she's stuffed some worn stockings in my mouth and covered them with duct tape. She's pressing her sexy feet against my taped mouth. They feel so good against my face. She...
Nick and Vince picked up the GPS location of the van and found themselves parked across the street as they took stock of the vehicles parked in the driveway. Sure enough, they were the same ones from the barn and Dillon's bar where they had just left. It was clear they were in the right place, even though it looked deserted and was in bad need of repair. "...
Hello everyone! The reason I stopped posting this story was because I felt it wasn't getting enough of attention or love. I have already finished and it is under major editing process for my website, but I decided to share with all the lit community the last of this story here. Again, these are the last chapters and there will be many grammar and spelling...
Author's Note: Well, a chapter of a story I have been working on has been deleted as my external hard drive is bust! So I finished this story for the Halloween contest, a late late entry but enjoy. This has since been re-edited on 10/25/2013 as I feel the bad grammar mistakes have effected the rating of this story which is unfortunate as I'm very proud of t...
All characters are 18 years old or older. ***** The dig finally starts and what they find is far more than they ever imagined. It's been nearly a week now. The digging machines were almost done. I was so eager to finally be at work and the others felt the same. While we had kept ourselves busy it wasn't what we came here for. Tomorrow we could see what s...