I received a lot of request (surprisingly by younger females) who want stories written about them with older men, bosses, boyfriend's fathers, uncles, etc. This special request came by a young reader who asked if I could publish her story for her. Stacey is like a lot of teenage girls who have reached out to me and have shared their experiences about being w...
The sun beat down on my body as I ran along the beach. It felt good to feel my feet dig into the sand as I ran along the deserted beaches. It also felt good that not to worry about office work and just feel the intense pleasure of a physical task. I needed this holiday I had been burning out at work and everything had felt so overwhelming recently. The weath...
Lady Jane Claremore was traveling in her carriage when she saw him; he was young, in his early twenties perhaps and obviously from a poor family. Begging on the street corner, his head was still held high and proud - which of course meant that he wasn't doing very well - and he did have quite a lot of muscle on him. Admiring his form and the splendid feature...
A deleted profile, a shot in the dark meeting, Sunday. Things, few things, these kinds of things are what led Abigail down a path she hadn't predicted. One that had her exposing herself to men publicly. And more, far more. It all started that Sunday, church with her parents and grandparents. The pastor kept glancing at her thighs in her pastel blue summer...
I was 27-years-old. She told me she was 42-years-old. I found out later that she was 45-years-old. What did it matter? It didn't matter to me how old she was. I wanted her. Certainly, she didn't look her age nor did she act her age. She was zany. She was fun. She was everything that the younger women my age were not. She was beautiful. She was sexy. She had...
The white-haired man looked up from his toast and remarked clearly to the man standing near him listening intently as he picked up the empty breakfast dishes. "Ponsonby I have decided to be a wicked man," he spoke with clarity and that in-built mannerism of an Englishman of the highest quality. If he had intended to shock the man near him it was not appar...
"You're so lucky, Lucy," Rebecca smiled wistfully. "Yeah girl," Melissa pouted. "Are you sure he doesn't want a duo?" Lucy felt bad for her friend. She'd been having a slow day too until her best client called. "Sorry, Mel," she shrugged. "I asked; it's still a 'No." "Well ain't that the shit," Melissa said and loudly kissed her teeth. "Don't give Lucy...
It's not common to see a story told as a series of limericks, and while this is "poetry," this is not, I think, what people expect to find in the poetry section at Lit, so I didn't put it there. I could also have classified this as humor, but while it has funny parts, it's not entirely meant to be side splitting. It should make you smile, and maybe perhaps...
When Bobby, closely followed by his father, first entered the house, I believe that I was the only one cognizant of that fact. Kristine was having her mouth filled with the cum from Will’s knob, as she had continued her slobbering of it and Robert was presently shooting his manly essence into the beautiful Nicole, who was also climaxing. Jackie was slumped...
A few days later, Maria Clare led the young novitiate down the dark curving steps that led to the more remote catacombs beneath the convent. It was a place the young novitiate had been warned never to enter. Now within the bowels of that deserted section they entered a large room that appeared to have been a place of recent activity. There were candles and o...