Thanks to Ms. Black and Ms. Moon for the idea for this exercise in writing. To know these ladies is to love them. Now, let the fag cuck shit begin! I never saw it coming, but I probably should have. My lack of attention may have been a contributing factor. Last April, on a rainy Saturday morning, my wife revealed to me just how unhappy she was. We had been...
Sadie and I have worked together grant writing for a number of months now. We're good, successful in grant acquisition and great in bed. Well not always in bed, sometimes in our home office, or on our conference table, or in the kitchen, and even out in the back yard. She had this perfect ass that I loved to spank and she enjoys getting it spanked. I would l...
©2015, 2016, 2017 Literocat Prologue This is a story of introductions, obsessions, clarifications and a course altering week that served as a delta for the four main characters. I knew their attitudes and actions changed soon after they met, but I didn't know this was that story. Did their personalities truly change or did they just recognize and accept th...
The blue Jeep Cherokee made its way from Manhattan Island, now hesitantly drifting down a winding New Jersey street. Its wheels sloshed through melting snow as it passed imposing old money estates. The jeep slowed, rolling to a stop next to the snow covered roadside, avoiding the incoming corner turn that lead directly to the estate beyond the trees. It's in...
SO FAR: A jobless and sensitive young man becomes innocently associated with a bubbling woman in her late forties who lives alone on a vineyard out of Auckland, New Zealand. Nash is attracted because she drives a beautifully re-built and upgraded 1939 Chevy pick-up and draws him from his ‘shell’ with ease. Hope Honeybun’s interest in young Mr Carson is that...
Note: This is a horror/fantasy work of fiction and should be read 'tongue-in-cheek'. Any similarity to persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. * As the mini-van bumped along a very rough track, Alex wondered what else could go wrong with his life. Although he had completely lost track of time he knew that two winters had come and gone since he la...
"You can't kill my husband," she instructed, pausing to take a drag on her cigarette. The skinhead standing in front of her watched as she blew a plume of smoke from her ruby red lips. "She has a tender streak, after all," he complained in a mock-plaintive tone. She slapped away the finger that stroked her full lower lip. "Focus," she snapped. "I want that...
[Note to readers: This story starts out with some sexy stuff, but then I had to get busy with really boring things like character development, mood, plot, etc., before I could actually get you to the yellow sundress, and all of the sexual situations that it was involved in. It's the first story I've written where I tried to present the events from the point...
I'm thrilled to get your generous feedback, please keep letting me know what you think. This chapter is longer than the rest, we're doing quite a bit of story advancement in this one. As Elena becomes more deeply enthralled with these two mysterious brothers, I find that I do, too. Thanks for reading! ** Elena hovered just below wakefulness. She delayed s...
I stayed at Helen's that night, both of us in her bed wearing nighties, occasionally stroking and comforting each other. I fell asleep in her arms with my face buried in her bosom. The connection I felt with this person was sublime. When I woke the next morning, I went to the bathroom to find her in the shower. She was truly a remarkable sight. Her blonde h...