All the characters in this story are over 18. It is set in England, so the words used are English not American. And this story continues after Heather Chapter 5... * The next week came around as a sunny day - it was springtime now, and I rang the bell expectantly, clutching my secret bag in my hand. It took a while for Heather to answer, then she came to t...
When the New_Times sent me to the set of "Toys Not Boys" to interview newcomer Bridget Young I was very hesitant. I do not do fluff pieces and I do not interview porn stars. I did rent a few of her movies before heading to Southern California to conduct my interview. I did not see anything special about her performance to warrant my interest and I still coul...
Simon checked his watch. If he left the office now, he'd have just enough time to drive home, shower, and change before the dinner meeting. He grabbed his briefcase, nodded to his secretary, and headed for the door. Simon cut an elegant figure. In his mid-thirties, he was darkly handsome, with deep brown hair, sharply defined features, penetrating grey eyes...
As I write this, I am sitting at my laptop computer on the balcony of my apartment in Bangkok, Thailand. Behind me my ladyboy lover is puttering around in the kitchen, washing the dishes from our breakfast. My lover is a beautiful Thai ladyboy. She has gorgeous features – lovely almond-shaped dark eyes, upturned sexy lips, dark smooth skin, thick black hair...
The cruise was her idea. We'd never been on one before, and in fact, had never really considered it. We had always preferred to travel off the beaten path, away from the usual tourist areas. A cruise was so, well, touristy. Pre-packaged. "Fun-in-a-box" was the term we used, intended to be a bit derogatory. I mean, where was the fun in being herded into a tow...
"Anjali, I'm the kind of person who switches gears pretty fast, and it works for me, so, later, it's your loss," I said to my ex, a lovely, diminutive and curvy brown gal from Kerala, India, whom I made the mistake of giving two years of my life to. Anjali Shaji looked at me with those big brown eyes of hers, and folded her arms. Shaking my head, I walked aw...
Marilyn kept in constant touch during her stay in Brighton. She had tracked down the church where her great grandparents were buried and traced some of their ancestry through church records and the indulgence of the local priest. She would send me short text messages with the data and I would log it for her on software designed for the purpose. She had made...
Fetish also fetich (fe-tish) 1. an object (as an idol or image) believed to have magical powers (as in curing disease) 2. an object of unreasoning devotion or concern 3. an object whose real or fantasized presence is psychologically necessary for sexual gratification. ------The Merriam Webster Dictionary * Sara and I, two American ex-pats, live by the rhy...
Meet Alan McGregor. He's a six-foot-three, 230-pound African-American man. This caramel-skinned, curly-haired, good-looking Black man works as a Director of Psychological Services for the Massachusetts Department of Corrections. This well-educated, sexy stud has great insight into the criminal mind. Some would say a little too much insight, if there is such...
Note: I came across this story on a blog. I found it so interesting that I thought it deserved a wider audience. Hence this post on Lit; obviously I have no claim to copyright. I'm posting it in the hope the real author will come forward and delight us with some more details of the background to this story, and hopefully its many sequels. --------- I am a...