"Friday nights here in Albany in January sure aren't what we expected are they?" Dave looks at his roommate sitting at his computer. "Friday night our last year of college and one of us is downloading some porn and the other is about to walk to the hockey game by himself in a Nor'Easter not quite what we expected. " Justin simply shrugged...
He bore the girl across his shoulders the way a hunter would carry a deer. Her breath was shallow and her lashes fluttered as they made their way along the valley road. Her small frame was remarkably light, and the Wanderer scarcely noticed her weight. Bound hand and foot with leather thongs, she hadn't caused any trouble so far. She had yet to regain consci...
Bar-Stool Bimbo A True Life Story Avarra Cicillini In my neighborhood, we have one of those old-fashioned bars. You know the kind, dark and dimly lit. Dark wood walls and floor. When you walk in you get slapped in the face with the smell of stale beer. I think it may have opened sometime in the 50's and has never been remodeled or updated since. It's...
(This story is part of the Amorous Goods, A Lit Anthology Series.) Prologue: A lifelong collector of goods and objects from far and wide has passed and left the entire collection and the business built around them to the only remaining relative, a niece on a career path of her own. Vikki has taken on the task of administering the estate and liquidating th...
Disclaimer. I do not own either One Piece or Ranma 1/2 and have no rights to the characters. All characters in these stories are eighteen years of age or older. Prologue: A heavy set man slams his fist down on the head of a small crying boy who is knuckling his eyes with his small hands. “Wa, wa, wa! You want your mommy! What are you, a girl?” The boy glares...
Author's Note: I was very flattered and encouraged by the comments on the first chapter of the story. Thank you for the feedback. This next portion is twice as long as the first chapter. It's juicy on action and characterization, but if you're looking for something more like erotica, and less like literature, you may want to return later. This is intended...
The cursor blinked on the lap-top screen. Georgia took a deep breath and waited. She still wasn't sure that she shouldn't just close the lid of the machine or even simply break the connection. She wasn't worried about anyone catching her doing this but she knew that it was massively out of character with her previous 35 years on the planet. On the other hand...
Fair Warning: This is a wife-sharing story. If this sends you into an eye-twitching rage then just move on -- possibly to the romance section. It is also pure fiction. That means that neither of these people are real. This isn't me, this isn't my wife. This one is also very long. It starts off with heavy teasing and exhibitionism but get very hardcore late...
The damn phone rang at 6 AM. I wanted to ignore it, but Marty was all over it. I mean this was an adventure to Marty. He didn't understand that it was just a job to me. I was going to work like hell not to pee on his parade, but there were no guarantees. I doubted that I could ever make myself believe that it was the trip of a lifetime for me. Marty went to...
Jess Simpson walked out of the county jail into bright sunlight. He stopped and squinted his eyes against the suns glare. It was just past 11 p.m. and already sweltering hot. He watched the heat waves rise from the hot asphalt street in front of him. The grass was already dry and brown looking in the summer heat. Jess looked in the small parking lot beside...