*A little writing exercise I did to do some light experimenting on integrating description without disrupting the flow of the story. I think some fox girl fans will like it. ;-) ***** Tapi smiled as he looked across the green hill, the gentle summer wind turning the grass into a green sea with waves travelling across it. The air here was sweeter than in t...
John was in a good mood. He sipped his coffee and recalled all that had happened to him since he first visited Vietnam with a cattleman's delegation a few years back. He had arrived in Vietnam after the death of his wife depressed and dispirited. In the course of a couple of years he had been transformed from a disinterested visitor to the largest single fo...
Hey Everyone, So this is the completely edited version of So, I'm Not a Vampire? All future stories I post on Lit are stories that will not be published. If you have questions, concerns, or just want to say hi, feel free to message me. -Rosi *** Chapter Three: Birthday Suit Crisis mode. Here I was, faced with God's gift to womankind—naked!—in bed next t...
Some of you are wondering who's sperm got Jodie Foster pregnant, and how it got in her. It is quite a story, so get a beer, some chips, and sit the fuck back and listen. This cockbreaths is a no-shitter. When Hinkley shot the President, Casey of CIA was briefed within eight minutes. Jodie Foster's name was mentioned by the suspect. Casey remembered that she...
When my wife Ellen did not want to go to our school's reunion I was a little bit surprised. She had always enjoyed class. Small and bookish at first I was not attracted to her at all, preferring the more overtly sexy girls the school had to offer. Then gradually I came to appreciate her small little nose, curly light brown hair, and blue eyes. Before I knew...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** Amity tried to smile at Gramps but only succeeded in staring at the floor. Unconsciously, she tucked in her pink T-shirt, accentuating her full bosom. Gramps looked appreciatively at Amity. Oh, what a glorious rack she has. But then he tried to be stern, and waved the errant math...
For as long as you can remember, you've been an orphan on the streets of Westeros after your parents died of a plague, or so the wizened old septas who ran the orphanage told you. Small for your age, shy, quiet, and scrawny, you were picked on by other orphaned children growing up, and have sorely regretted the lack of a mother to protect and comfort you. Af...
Disclaimer: All characters in this work are purely fiction, are all over 18 years old, all situations are consensual and all writing is the sole property of Bella Bellua, author. *** Chapter 1: The Northern Orphans I starred at the invitation in my hands for a long moment. So the rumors were true, I thought to myself. Alpha Atlas was making a power move...
Introduction The Kirby-Jones Events Center was packed with a predominance of over-weight and under-exercised citizens eating and drinking excessively. There were exceptions of course - those skinny, thin-lipped people drinking mineral water whose smiles seemed not quite fulsome. Clearly this was a gathering of fat cats, a cynic would say, glancing at the...
The blue haired young man was standing in the darkness in the middle of a cemetery. He had no idea how he got there or why he was there, but he knew it was an old cemetery. He knew it was old not by just the headstones on the graves but he could sense it; smell it; even taste it. The young man could feel the evil of the place; he could feel it in his bones a...