Story edited by Todger65 ***** One of these days, I'm going to smash my fist down that bitch's throat. God do I ever hate her. I'll work for a man any day. A woman boss? They're too damn bitchy. Traffic was a mess and it took me a good hour to go five miles. Traffic in Chicago during rush hour had turned the expressways into a parking lot. At last, I d...
"I'm just glad you finally went to the shelter, Mom." What he really wanted to ask her was how she managed to keep attracting the same kind of man; the kind who used women like a punching bag. He still secretly hated his own father for the things he'd done to her. But even after he finally left, she'd been beaten by four out of the five men with whom she'd l...
In my last story, "Encore on Barnes Common," Rachel, my platonic friend from my schooldays, and I had moved our relationship up a level following her catching me masturbating in the office. We continued the exploration of our sexuality in the car on the way home. Lisa, my American fuck-buddy condoned this new arrangement as she too was enjoying the attention...
So here we go, Ingrams & Associates 5. I tried to go a little more adventure with this one. It's also a bit darker than the other stories have been. Strictly speaking, this should probably go into a different area on Lit, but since all the other Ingrams stories are in Loving Wives, and there IS a loving wife in this (actually very loving, which is unus...
Summary: Virgin teen discovers the joys of creative masturbation. Note 1: Thanks to HFernandez for suggesting this idea. Note 2: Thanks to Tex Beethoven, Robert, Dave, and Wayne for editing. Warning: This story manipulates religious doctrine... if that offends you, please quit reading now. This is part three of a potentially lengthy series. Part one,...
Monday Every day is just the same. That was her first thought, after the alarm clock rattled the last bleary shreds of dream from her head. I get up in this bed, I know I have to go to work whether I want to or not, she thought. It wouldn’t be so bad if she could ever get a decent night’s sleep. Andrea sighed, a tired sound, and pulled her pillow over her...
SMOKEY SAGAS #14: "Hooked" *** May 31st, 8:22 p.m. The merry, merry month of May was less than four hours from over. Spring was past full bloom, summer a mere three weeks away. The given evening's sunset was nothing short of amazing, a purple, orange and blue eclipse of cloud and horizon. The thermostat had hit its day high of 79°F four hours ago, and wa...
Author's Note: Sorry for the delay in bringing out this chapter. It's longer than usual. Any editing error's are my fault. * Sandy's Bar, Kebbi Creek July 11, 2002, Friday, 19:37 Thick fumes of nicotine assailed Caesar's nostrils as he walked through the beaded curtain into the dimly lit bar room. His eyes automatically scanned the people present. Most o...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex. ***** Prologue This is just what happened. It's the way I remember it. The rattling of the windows shook me out of a reverie, rain pelting the pane as I sat looking out at the plain from the second story of the place I had come to call home. The water on the glass obscured the...
Chapter Fifty-Eight CERTIOK The city was in chaos. People ran to and froe, shouting and screaming. No longer did the wide boulevards of Alkandra feel like a beast utopia, but like the walls of a cage. Windows were frantically boarded, men and women sprinted toward the castle in various stages of undress, watchmen handed out spears and swords without a car...