I know I took this down a few months ago but I've been working on the chapters to straighten out as much of the bs that I can. The Hunters are almost relatives to me and I would like to keep them as pure as possible. Anyway, I hope that you will find these chapters a bit easier to read and not quite so pheowy. Thanks and take care! Chapter One The sound of...
Hello. My name is Barnaby Crockett. Some of you know me from my stories on LIT. For those of you that do, consider this as a DVD-style “Behind the Scenes” companion to my writing. For those that haven’t yet read my work, I hope you’ll want to give it a try after reading this crass infomercial. It’s a cliché but it’s also true. Your stories are like children...
Have you seen the movie Office Space? You can tell the writers never worked in an office environment. If they had, they'd have known that their parody of its inanity was an understatement. I had kept my head down for five years struggling never to raise expectations high enough that I'd actually have to try. Two hours of work per eight hour day had seen me r...
"...and the colored girls say, 'do, dee-do...'" I chuckle. "What?" She looks into my eyes, my rapidly glazing eyes; smiles. "It's funny what comes into your head." "Lou Reed? Yeah, kinda weird. Feeling any nausea?" "Not yet. Will I?" "I hope not but...sometimes the first time. Just a bit more." She finishes plunging the syringe. I'm feeling light and...
I admit that I'm a predator. Women are my prey, especially eighteen or nineteen year old virgins or inexperienced sweet young things. After fucking a new twat a couple of times, I normally dump them despite the fact that most have become emotionally involved with me. Three, Betsy Smith, Cheryl Thompson, and Rebecca Simpson, took it particularly hard and drop...
Thanks to everyone that has been following our story. Comments are always welcome. Votes always appreciated. The rest of August became a very normal month. The women worked, the kids played, I visited. Jeannie, of course, continued at the shop. Mrs. Patrick adjusted her hours so she would be home at a more reasonable time. Partially, it was possible b...
"To summon a prince," Quinn read the instructions to herself one last time and chanted the incantation inscribed in the old leather book. She placed her finger on the page to mark her place, closed the book and then followed the last step. "Turn in place three times and he shall appear. One." Quinn carefully spun on one satin-slippered foot. "Two." Her eyes...
Back upstairs, Bella began to dream. In the dream, she and James were sitting on the porch like they had been so often recently. The door opened and out walked her father. She glanced up at him, surprised, and then smiled up at him, introducing him to James. The two talked about the ranch and shared horse tales while she watched. She smiled in her sleep, a h...
My life changed one day when I met a man! Not just any man! THE man! What I mean by that is, the most gorgeous, sexy, funny, sweet, dorky man in existence. One with gorgeous blue eyes, a beautiful smile, handsome rugged shoulders, chiseled body, and very distracting. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ On my way out of the airport in Chicago I ran into someone I never expected...
My name is Catherine Moncrieff. And if there was a word that implied more than hectically busy, that would be my life. I am a 23 year old woman, I am working on my Master's degree, I work 30 hours a week as a Secretary, and I have a 4 year old at home. My life is never my own. However, this particular night, it is the end of the semester, I have gotten my gr...