Do you have a hobby that most people just don't understand? Maybe you like drag racing. Or perhaps you're mad about football, hockey, wrestling or soccer. Perhaps you consider rugby or mountain climbing to be the highlight of your life. It's more than a hobby for you, it's a passion. You cannot do without it. You experience withdrawal or something. Yeah, tha...
I posted this story on another site some time ago, but never on Lit. I have been physically unable to do any writing for some time so this is all I can do right now. It's a long story but I'd rather give it to you all at once. Personally, I hate multi-part stories. I hope you enjoy it. * * * * * Chapter 1- Carmine The whistle blew as I stood up from my r...
A special thank you to BlueMonteCarlo for all the work editing this piece. You're are fantastic. To everyone who has read, commented, and continues to read this story, Thank you! * I shake my head to try to get my brain back in the game. I step off the elevator to find him waiting for me. His eyes twinkle mischievously, and I wonder if he's thinking about...
Opening scene (O.S.) Top Down view of Hakim walking among a busy crowded city street. It is winter and the weather is brisk. Hakim heads toward a plain red-brick building. The sign that sits above the entrance says "State Parole Office". Hakim stops to look at the sign before pushing the door inward and entering. Chap. 1 "You are not judged by the height...
Jailhouse Rock It had begun as just a Saturday job. Her boss, had asked her to accompany him to the jail to take notes, filing etc as he visited his bevy of illustrious in custody clients. Sarah had jumped at the chance. Sarah and Jonathan had a great working relationship but this would be their first time together at the jail. He had many clientele stuck i...
Hello BPV fans. This is a chapter that could have been a part of Chapter 3 in terms of timeline. It's a more cuckold-themed side story that takes place right at the start of the outbreak with a brief cameo from Cindy. As always, feedback keeps me writing. If you're not OK with heavy racial themes, than stop reading. If you're offended, why have you been re...
I was standing in my house by myself, with the panties and bra I had stolen on. I was masturbating wildly and had my cup ready. I heard a noise but I thought nothing of it. I kept on masturbating and could feel my cock start to rise with semen. I shot my cum in the glass and started to rise the glass. I tilted the wine-glass back and let the sperm flow into...
Disclaimer: This story is completely fictional including the several small towns. I used Bing translator for the translations. None of the characters portrayed are real, also none of these sexual encounters ever happened in any school, temple, or city between adults and/or teenagers in real life. The villages all come from my imagination, the events and puni...
This was weird but Frank could be like that. Instead of having Barry pick him up outside the penitentiary discharge zone, where there was parking, Frank instructed him to wait for him on some side street three blocks west of the joint. Barry had Google mapped it. It was a shitty neighborhood—they don't build federal pens next to decent ones—and Barry felt a...
The Melinda 109: A Little Shop Story PART ONE "I can't believe it's here!" Webb said excitedly. Soapy shook his head, as Plato and Cato dismembered the packing case, and pulled Melinda 109 out. She was something--five seven or maybe five eight inches tall. Blonde. Icy sapphire eyes. Beautiful face, much like Mary Hart from Entertainment Tonight, but with m...