Fish for a Story Idea, a Word or Literary Inspiration I observed a friend writing. She was sitting with a small stack of papers in her lap and a pencil in her hand. She would look outward, not really looking at anything specifically but instead she was fishing for words to use that would fit into her write. She scribbled on the paper and then looked upward...
Monday: 3:15 PM The woman arrived promptly at noon. I hired a taxi to collect her from the station. The morning train from New York is usually a half an hour late, but today it was bang on time. I pray this is a portent that all will go as planned…at least as I have planned. As for the young lady…well, I won't anticipate. I shall note these events in the ma...
Life Wil ran through the woods. His targe was badly damaged and he had but one more ball and powder to reload his blackwatch pistol. He ran with his sword out and the upper portion of his greatkilt pulled up over his shoulders. The light misting rain chilled him as he ran but he had to put as much distance between himself and the English soldiers behind him...
Nick and Lydia had been playing the flirting and teasing game for a couple of months now. They had met on a kink website and started chatting due to some mutual experiences. She had left the site but he had kept in touch. They were both lonely and enjoyed each other's company. They talked art, performances, music, films and occasionally Pokemon. He found her...
The Fourth Session. Sometimes I fucking hate my friends. My throat is as dry as a bone, my stomach is in knots, my head is pounding and for the moment, I harbour an unusual hatred for sunshine. I have to drag myself out of bed just to make it to the bathroom for an aspirin, a glass of water and a hot shower. My headache fades quickly enough and the shower...
Jack found his wife in their hotel room, flinging clothing into her suitcase, a scowl stamped on her face. He leaned against the door frame to watch, casually crossing his arms over his chest, amused. "Going somewhere?" he asked pleasantly. "I'm moving to Florida," she answered, viciously jabbing a pair of Jimmy Choos into a corner. "I hate snow." She paus...
LETTING GO I wondered how will it be. How she will be. How us will be. If there still was "us". But I knew somewhere deep within myself that there wasn't. But in my rationally unrational mind there still was "us". Or at least some pathetic resemblance of it. She had moved on ages ago, even before I sensed something was wrong. Women are like that – they ju...
The music is loud, almost too loud, the beat pounding through your body. You're not so much dancing as jerking in response to the vibrations. Someone keeps handing you drink after drink, and you keep drinking them. Some of them taste weird, like copper, you don't notice much more than that. The place is dark, so dark you can hardly see anyone else. Here and...
Synopsis: It was intended to be just a simple night of passion between him and his devoted mistress, the Green Fairy... La Fée Verte, but will his usual l'heure verte "Green Hour" dreams of love now become real instead?Sex Contents: Some SexGenre: RomanticCodes: Ma/Fa, Drunk/Drugged, Magic, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Cream Pie, Slow Thanks to my usual cast and cre...
I think as a writer one of the biggest hurdles that potential authors face is writers block and while this is a topic often beat to death by many accomplished writers I'm still going to throw in my two cents cause well, I'm a writer and I can. While on Lit I'm rather new to publishing stories in another life I've written quite a bit and have spent a large am...